#8 O’ SISTER WHERE ART THOU?

By J.J. Colagrande

I entered the Lot at 8:30pm. They directed me to a parking area, on a hill–close to the Main Stage, between the Dance Tent and Local Stage. I was in a bit of a pickle because my phone died and I couldn’t contact KC to see where she set up her tent. I wasn’t too worried because I heard there was about 12,000 people there and me and KC had a pretty good connection, so it should’ve been absolutely no problemo finding her. I mean, our connection was strong. My neighbors seemed cool, some kids from Vermont–I talked to them–actually traded one of KC’s books (they liked to read) and some money for an anti-BP poster board they crafted, KC would like it, I felt sure. But I didn’t waste time. I had to find her. By the main stage, I caught the end of some crazy dude with a Mohawk–some high energy English chap. I didn’t have a schedule so someone told me they were called Major Laser and he was a Diplo & Switch project. I was like whoa, boy am I out of this music thing. Asato ma sat gamayo–that’s Sanskrit–it meant lead me from the unreal to the real,  i.e., where was Case?? I knew she had a press pass, so I hung near VIP while the Disco Biscuits tore up the sky with their 10 o’clock set. The place was an uncivilized area, crowded, but the band on time musically as I stuffed myself into the corner like this bearded little widget. The VIP area was next to the stage: clear, open spaced, less crowded. They sold reduced priced beer. There were private bathrooms and a playground lounge. From the outside, leaning against the fence I kept one eye open for KC. But I was distracted by the Biscuits. I never saw them and they sounded good. The rhythms captivated me. Almost like a sliding nodding Keith bobble-head meditation–I felt caught in the mental cascade. And the synergy around me completely elevated so that made the experience more cathartic. And the lights. Wow. I’d never seen such vivid lasers–they looked as sharp as diamonds–and sometimes the lasers danced and exploded like little buttery galaxies in a time before man even gave God a name. I could see why someone might want to eat drugs, but I didn’t–not me–been there, done that–I knew better, still I stayed for the whole set and gobbled up them Biscuits. Then I tore away before Bassnectar started because I had to find KC. I figured I’d stroll Shakedown.
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