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I just want to be clear like a good Scientologist on it's way to personal salvation. I want a lineup. I do not want a fat Axl stuffed with gluttony. I want a trim headliner that reserves their inner beast for the stage. I am tired of Festival Snob. I am tired of clues. I want Catharsis. I do not want a heaping plate of doubt steaming with rumours. Maybe I want my Roling Stones to gather moss. maybe I want to be walking down a sun drenched Tennessee hellhole of dirt road being chased by Hare Krishna's and people screaming that "9-11 Was an Inside Job" maybe my mind is a dirty place that I want to loose. Maybe I smiled and bit down into my ham sandwich while KOL played a Pixies cover. Maybe I want the oontz oontz and endless timeless party of Woofer dripping honey in way Skrillex would be all to handicapped at doing. Maybe I want to climb onto a Ferris Wheel everytime the Prince Of Third Man takes the stage. An Arepa quack never see them in a place away from here. Perhaps I am to perplexed to wonder about clues. Maybe I do not get enough Radio Bonnaroo for such eccentricties. God the nights at work are long and that app heats up my phone at work in my pocket like a piece of metal sitting on my car hood on the farm. Sometimes I grasp the fork just to take the burn. the burn of opening up these pages. It is like the Eye Of Allah seeing me covered in bacon grease in the early morning wondering what were all those new songs Radiohead played? the answer is in those pre-cooked packages of bacon. No need to fry it up no need for bread it is nice it insulates us like snuggies perhaps I need to add one to the pile it is safe it is comfort! Food is comfort it let's us sleep during the day like DJ Shadow getting his turntables unplugged so the Wook doe snot cook it's brain in the hot sun perhaps the daylight an oontz oontz can never co-exist. Perhaps the sharp toothed horse and the Wovlerine can be friends. Perhaps thos freaks chasing me down the road are my friends? I am not Robert Johnson though I know of him. The Krishna is not a hellhound coming to collect due on my soul. That Bhagvad Ghida is not the contract I am free I am loving the book in my hand provided the tool booth person did not rip off my car this year again and lie to me about information booths in Centeroo having them those calories could have been beeter spent getting into the Comedy tent with it's cool night to envelope me? I need closure I need to have a list a list of names so that the reconing can commence. I need to pass judgement on the Earth's greatest artists and determine why Jeff Beck does not mee tmy criterion of entertainment and why Tori Amos does. What I need is closure so that my third eye can sit in judgement all Illuminatti style and see the realness the truth of this place. I have not heard all of these names before true of perhaps I have and did not give them a second thought? Perhaps something new a novelty a trinket for my memory bank. I sure wish I had a lineup the wait is killing me or will Lauryn Hill do it? Like I said in therapy closure is the million dollar word it means I can get up off the couch and go do something. This hellish wiating room is no good I felle claustrophobic talking out my problems and psychosis. It is safer to hoard it is safer to work on "the pile" then this it is madness without boundaries I need just a little bit of definition to project myself forward into the future into the good time. The time of plenty this diet I have been on for 150 days is killing me I am the alcoholic eyeing the refrigerator door on my way out to work last night knowing it is empty. I know it will be restocked as soon as I get home. Budweiser? Micky's? Old English 800 it doe snt matter as long as I get back home safe and get my evening on. And it is hard hard to go out that door to get about my daily business. For that I need my closure it will realign my Chi!
1-1-12 Bassnectar NYE SHOW! 1-21-12 G. Love and Special Sauce 3-1-12 Radiohead 3-9-12 Experience Hendrix 5-15-12 Jack White @ The Ryman 6-7-12 Bonnaroo 6-19-12 Roger Waters presents "THE WALL" 7-7-12 Ringo Starr's 72nd Birthday Party Extravaganza at the Ryman
1-1-12 Bassnectar NYE SHOW! 1-21-12 G. Love and Special Sauce 3-1-12 Radiohead 3-9-12 Experience Hendrix 5-15-12 Jack White @ The Ryman 6-7-12 Bonnaroo 6-19-12 Roger Waters presents "THE WALL" 7-7-12 Ringo Starr's 72nd Birthday Party Extravaganza at the Ryman
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Is this Capps's latest clue? It has an oddball sort of Finnegans Wake ring to it, doesn't it? Not a haiku, exactly, but the "hellish wiating room" and the "tool booth", "Wook doe snot"...I'm thinking, what, Lords of Acid?
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1-1-12 Bassnectar NYE SHOW! 1-21-12 G. Love and Special Sauce 3-1-12 Radiohead 3-9-12 Experience Hendrix 5-15-12 Jack White @ The Ryman 6-7-12 Bonnaroo 6-19-12 Roger Waters presents "THE WALL" 7-7-12 Ringo Starr's 72nd Birthday Party Extravaganza at the Ryman