So having gone to Bonnaroo since I was a wee lad of eighteen, back in the early Oh Oh’s, I’ve had the privilege of watching the festival grow into the spectacle that it is today. What once was a large crowd of heads showing up to jam in a field from Friday to Sunday has now become something so much bigger, that it needs it’s own Pre-Roo lead up.
People are rolling in on Wednesday night now, with all intentions of partying from the moment they drop their tailgates straight through to when they pull out their tent stakes and pack it up. Having been on the grounds since Wednesday morning, we got to witness the entire Pre-Roo scene from start to finish. We were impressed, we were enthralled, and we are always good at keeping up.
So by the time the real Roo actually got started, we’d already been basting in it for a couple of days. Oberhofer was the first set of musicians we met on Friday, that being the day when things really get going on the Farm. They woke us back up from a haze of fun. Reminded us that there was a lot of music to be had out there. Tuned Beez on the Mics up with some very intricate glockenspiel arrangements, and laid down some tunes that will catch in the back of your head, poke at you with lyrics, and melodies, that tickle you just enough that you’re going to have to play them again.
Oh, and they threw our football over the fence.