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| Bonnaroo wasn't unlike what I expected, but I wasn't completely ready for the experience. Words that come to mind: Massive Dusty Stoned Survival. |
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| As a working environment, this music festival was a strange proving ground. It didn't seem as if many of the vendors actually enjoyed the work. It was simply another stop on the tour. An oft-heard comment: "I said last year would be the last year." The event staff were largely local, seasonal hires from the surrounding community. Some were having a great time, others looked miserable. The big draw was free entry, and they only had to work 8 hour shifts, where as us vendors pulled consecutive 16-hour days. |
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| Still, the experience as a whole was rewarding. Almost any feat of endurance gives me a charge. Reflecting, it sounds so like such an ordeal, but it really wasn't. I stayed busy. Ate often and drank plenty of water. Missed John Waters, but saw plenty of interesting things just staring right out of the booth. Wore sunglasses almost non-stop. Had to, or too much dust would get in my eyes. |
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| What a weird place. They say it rains every year, but not the summer I was there. Sunny days, here I come! |
