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Almost heaven, West Virginia. Shucks. Been going to All Good for years. Remember when Dark Star Orchestra headlined? This year they had the boys, or at least who’s left of them, in Further. All Good. Ain’t a more mellow, old school, down home festival in… »
All Good means all-good. No missions, no secrets, no worries–that’s Marvin’s Mountaintop–or at least allegedly. Hee-hee. This was the first show we’ve been to since Oracledang. In the last few… »
I was in a Fairy mood, bro–feeling magical. Light. Free and fluttery. Mystical. And a little mischievous of course. Probably the baby inside of me brought it out–a guardian mamma,… »
Oh. my. god. I’ve never really traveled to the deep South or anywhere really. I just went with the flow, like Shore Morris says. Like you would never have seen… »
All Good, indeed. Yes, indeed. Even with Princess basically disabled by Friday–and believe me she let it be known. Her high-pitched whines still give me chills. “Ouch” “Shit” “Fucking mountain”… »
We were nestled on top of Marvin’s Mountain, inside the show, bro. Friday night, and the boys were playing—Kurtis and me love Further, so does Shore Morris, only Princess wasn’t… »
Sugar Bear. That’s all I had to go on. Sugar Bear. A simple headie name. Teflon texted me, asking if we were at All Good, noting the urgency. I said… »
All Good, indeed. Yes, indeed. Thelonious could be saved. Great news. Awesome. Kurtis pulled me aside Saturday afternoon and told me what he learned, and also how he had spent… »
I found Sugar Bear. Sitting next to a bus painted with dancing bears. My eyes zoomed in on a container also shaped like a bear, like an old honey jar…. »
Think it was Saturday afternoon. Everything was definitely cool, bro. The weekend flowed pretty smooth. Time seemed useless–we we’re sort of on Rainbow Time–that’s Rainbow Gathering lingo for who cares… »
I pulled one of my slithering secret wrestling escape moves on this mammoth Mamma Cass. Then I resorted to pure speed to escape the woolly beast. I saw Sugar Bear… »
Oh. My. God. The idea to keep out rif-raff from our campsite like totally didn’t really work. This one guy came into our shelter, helping himself to our whiskey. He… »
In the overflow Day Parking area, also the Artist Campgrounds, a few dudes were unloading equipment from a couple of running buses. No one was behind the wheel of one,… »
Kurtis re-appeared casually, like a cat-in-the-corner, stealth of a ninja. The reunion took place around twilight, at our campsite. He acted like nothing had happened, explaining it took forever to… »
Yo, I’m not dead. It feels like death, I guess. I mean, whatevs–how do you know? I certainly don’t feel alive. I think I’m waiting for my death. Or, maybe… »
I’ve been by my boy’s side. I didn’t leave, not at first, not until Melody Rain called me did I leave Thelonious. Are you kidding me? I didn’t go to… »
Have you ever been in jail while trying to kick? Do you have any idea know how it feels? Imagine bugs crawling all over your skin. You can’t eat. Everything… »
Something was fishy. I knew it. The world that Thelonious took me to. The music festival scene. It’s a culture totally counter to the mainstream. The world didn’t play by… »
Teflon’s my golden ticket. Fuck Sky. She’s a mess. I had no idea how weak she rolled. The girl can’t hang. Do you think I could rely on her? No… »
Lollapalooza? Um. You think I care? I don’t. Man–I don’t even like crowds. And it’s getting hard for me to walk around in public. People recognize me. That stunt I… »
I got out at last. Ha. In spite of you and Jane. Ha, ha. And I’ve scratched off most of the paper, so you can’t put me back in. Ha,… »
Melody Rain is bonkers. And not in an Alice-in-Wonderland-all-the-best-people-are-bonkers kind of way. She’s stupid sometimes. That girl dragged me around Lollapalloza for hours. She had us walking from the north… »
Let me tell you what I know about the Falafia, okay? Basically, the Falafia are a seedy underground sect of headz that like to pull some shady-ass shit at music… »
Yeah, I fucked Melody Rain. I hit that shit, playurr. I mean, you would too. She’s fine. I thought she was fine the moment I met her at Oracledang. It… »
Teflon is 100% man. Mmmm. That nigga set me hella straight. As soon as he got us a pimp suite at the Hard Rock and I seen them front desk… »
