All Good

1. TAKE ME HOME TO THE PLACE I BELONG

By J.J. Colagrande

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 the world. There’s a reason why they call it All… »

2. COUNTRY ROADS

By J.J. Colagrande

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 weeks Geri and me moved into our new house in Asheville. We closed on it and everything. Then I flew down to Miami and packed… »

3. THE RECIPE FOR ALL GOOD

By J.J. Colagrande

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, maybe? So that represented the theme of our camp. I brought wings, homemade, and even some extras for Princess, and whoever. Kurtis wears wings with… »

4. HONEY BADGER DON’T GIVE A SHIT ON STARR HILL

By J.J. Colagrande

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 me in this place a few months ago, but I felt open. Everything seemed so fresh and exciting. And I did have the greatest guide…. »

5. FIRE ON THE MOUNTAIN

By J.J. Colagrande

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” “Goddamn it!” “How long are we staying here?” “Can’t we get a hotel?” “Where is this cab?” That’s just Princess–I expected worse, actually. Shucks. The… »

6. THE SAP OF A FAMILY TREE

By J.J. Colagrande

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 familiar with the Grateful Dead, but she seemed open. I warmed up to her, despite her whining. She was a handful on the outside, but… »

7. THE CALL OF THE WILD

By J.J. Colagrande

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 yuperdoodles and immediately my phone blew up. He said Sugar Bear. I said, huh? Sugar Bear. You need to find someone named Sugar Bear. He’s… »

8. THE MYSTERIOUS CASE OF SUGAR BEAR

By J.J. Colagrande

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 a sleepless night walking the festival in search of this foe. I agreed to keep it secret from the girls. Geri was pregnant and emotional,… »

9. NINJA HIPPIE

By J.J. Colagrande

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. It was filled with a multi-colored powder. I’m looking for Sugar Bear! Who wants to know? And there sat this wook, so smug and complacent,… »

10. RABBIT HOLES

By J.J. Colagrande

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 about time, albeit at a music festival time is somewhat important considering the scheduling of the music acts. But hey, no worries, really. That’s the… »

11. SHAKEDOWN

By J.J. Colagrande

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 heading towards the main road out of the East Meadow. I caught him on the Trout Run path down to the entrance of the show…. »

12. PUKEGRASS, PEANUT BUTTER & DOLCE & GABANNA

By J.J. Colagrande

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 stuck a finger in our peanut butter and started talking drunkenly about how he didn’t want to have sex with me or Geri or even… »

13. TOO MANY DUCKY’S

By J.J. Colagrande

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, so I hopped in and borrowed the ride. Driving away, I heard the band members yelling at me–and I responded–I’ll be right back, hee-hee. So… »

14. PRETTY LIGHTS

By J.J. Colagrande

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 find a pipe. In fact, he gave up on the quest. No glass on the mountain, he said. He looked at me and smiled a… »