Jun 18 2008
More Bonnaroo-iness
Maybe you’ve been to Bonnaroo, maybe you’ve always wanted to go…maybe…but one things for sure we’ve all heard just how crazy Bonnaroo experiences can be. Ever wonder what it’s like for the performing artists…
photo credit: spin.com
Nicole Atkins, singer and el presidente of Nicole Atkins & The Sea, reflects on and shares her 2008 Bonnaroo experience…
“When we got to the airport it was filled with hippies and i kinda felt like i was in high school again during my deadhead phase and got a bit nostalgic…and scared! haha! but at the actual festival, it was just one big party with so many different types of people. mischief in the air. it was wonderful.
Best Moment: when about 11 couples in our crowd started slow dancing with their bfs and gfs. that was amazing. also, i ran into my old roomate that i shared a floor of a warehouse with back in 04′ he’s a ragtime songwriter. i havent seen him in two years and now he’s part of some gypsy group that was playing at bonnaroo. he was waiting on the side of the stage while we played. such a nice suprise.
Worst Moment: having to leave on friday and miss the avett brothers and my morning jacket. booo me!”
Ethan Miller Bandleader, and guitarist of Howlin’ Rain shares his thoughts and feelings…
“I thought Bonnaroo was going to be a lot more juggling and hacky sack and hippy chicks twirling invisible power balls to jam bands, and there was some of that but by sundown its more Animal House meets Mad Max! By sundown no one can see straight enough to juggle anymore, its turned into pure party zone.
Worst moment: just after performing, 2:30am Friday night, in a field, trying to pack our flight cases into our van, Thunderstorm, rain just pissing down in buckets, the Fender Rhodes flight case and amplifier cases sinking into the mud, tired, destroyed, hungry, shivering in the cold and wet after burning to a crisp and drinking beer all day in the Tennessee sun, dark as hell, still have to drive an hour to motel down the freeway to catch our flights in atlanta the next morning.
Favorite moment: just after performing, 2:30am Friday night,in a field, trying to pack our flight cases into our van, Thunderstorm, rain just pissing down in buckets, the Fender Rhodes flight case and amplifier cases sinking into the mud, tired, destroyed, hungry, shivering in the cold and wet after burning to a crisp and drinking beer all day in the Tennessee sun, dark as hell, still have to drive an hour to motel down the freeway to catch our flights in atlanta the next morning.”
