I didn’t plan on it, but on both Saturday and Sunday morning, my timing was impeccable. I left CenterRoo — the epicenter of it all — just at the right moment, when the sun crept across the horizon, and the DJ set was still an hour fresh. I walked to my campsite about a mile away, and made it in time to lie down as the thumping beat penetrated the tent’s thin nylon walls.
Trying to recollect all the mental notes I made during the weekend at Manchester, Tenn., feels awfully similar to cleaning up the campsite. Empty beer cans, ashy substances, spoiled burger buns, glass-work and booze, plastic flasks and plastic bags with special knots. And what’s with confiscating beer cans? Six-year-olds frolicking amid bong-toting neo-hippies and you give a shit that I have a beer can?
Working my way backward now. Phoenix was the last show I caught. Dave Mathews Band is not my thing, even though it was in high school, and I’m that guy that will admit it in good company, but will pack up and leave Bonnaroo before the DMB set.
The Phoenix set felt exhausting. The heat must’ve done him wrong because Thomas Mars’ voice was even whinier, but they plowed through their show. He even ventured into the crowd to do his I’m-running-towards-the-back-of-the-room-and-climbing-a-post thing.
I could’ve used an extra brew at the Regina Spektor show. I sipped on a few contraband cans but it wasn’t enough. The heat index must’ve been in the plus 90s, she thanked the crowd, and she played all the recognizable tunes, because I am not a Regina Spektor Fan but I’d heard them before.
Sunday morning was a struggle; I made it to the campsite around 5:30 am, after abandoning Timo Maas’ set. I knew the guy played hard, but he played it rock solid. Before that was Deadmou5, who was an hour or so late. It’s OK, he made it up by wearing that enormous mouse head. It had an LCD screen, it bobbed to the beat, it lit up in colors, it grinned in excitement. The crowd loved it.
My friends thought Thievery Corporation was disappointing. It didn’t help we were far from the stage and skipped out half way...
Jay-Z was the highlight of the early night. He was good, it was solid. It’s Jay-Z, what else is there to say? Oh,
Alicia Keys Bridget Kelly made a cameo. Guess for which song? Afterwards I swung by the Thievery show and the stage lit up with dozens of people. Should've stuck around for that, but that's a lesson you learn quickly at Roo. You won't get to see even half of what you wanted to see.
Saturday afternoon I checked out the “Other” stage, where all the Latin Alternative stuff was happening. Disappointed that the crowd was so thin, but I got to see one of my faves, Los Amigos Invisibles. I also squeezed in the second half of the U.S. — England World Cup game.
Friday night Kid Cudi was meh, all right. I could barely see the stage from my vantage point next to a collection of 19-year-old Hollister models (no fucking joke). I did recognize more tracks that I would ever admit to have purposely listened to. And because I grew up on what’s now known as old school (but is really the nu school), I have to ask: What’s with the techno-hip-jam shit? I guess hip-house is back. But give credit to where it’s due: the kids ate it all up.
Out of the Friday night/Saturday morning sets, though, Chromeo + Darryl Hall was my favorite. Given the explosion of Hall & Oats nostalgia, Chromeo was a perfect contemporary counterpart to give the kids a reason to dance. They mixed in some of the better tracks by H&O and Chromeo, both leads backed by the same band. Chromeo’s P-Thugg on the synthesizer-wah-wah. But they ended the set with “You Make My Dreams,” it was a beautiful thing, Bonnaroo, as Dave 1 (aka David Macklovitch) said at one point. Indeed it was.
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Yes, 14 is the correct answer. I'll pass your info along to the group's manager,…
That was January of 2007, and they are 21 now, so I'm guessing 14?
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