#9 {{{BASSNECTAR}}}

By J.J. Colagrande

So I found a crew. And that was good, you know–who wanted to roll alone at a music festival? I wasn’t a  monk like those dudes walking around with the Gita book. I personally liked to surround myself with people at shows–I’ve always been like that. And it’s not because a girl needed protection. Some gals don’t like solitude. I could’ve been alone and that would’ve been fine too. I didn’t even mind when the fellas tried to holla at me–although they wasted their breathe. This one cat seemed real funny. He must’ve been on something. He introduced himself as Captain Fear and wanted to know if I fooled around with Fear. I actually had fairy dust and blew some in his face. Told him the dust could turn his Fear into Love, and then maybe a girl would want to lay with him. Anyway I had a man, just so far Keith turned up AWOL–but it was okay–I decided to go with the flow. Why not? Right? Like, no worries. I trekked back to my setup—that long Camp Bisco walk out from the main stage, up the hill, past the Dance Tent, towards the VIP entrance. I hung with my neighbors. Shit. Everyone was so cool. I hadn’t met one person in the whole place that gave off a negative vibe. My neighbors–this bro Kevin and his bro Chase–they barbecued some mean kebobs–and shared. I asked them if barbecues were even allowed and they said not really, but no one cared.  They hailed from Austin and had been making the rounds: Wanee, Lightning in a Bottle, a couple of Phish shows–I think they planned Gathering of the Vibes next. My other neighbors, Coco and his totally cool wife Angela—they painted my face something awesome. Gave me the eye of the tiger real good.  I had my warrior face ready to go–And then we all headed to Bassnectar. And. Holy. Shit. Bassnectar blew the place to pieces. I mean that guy’s a fucking maniac. It looked like Star Wars in there. Weird Biscuit sticks and monkey floaties. Freaking lasers and glow sticks. Nectar all mixed in the Beastie Boys–my favorite–I think I’m losing my mind this time–this time I’m losing my mind–and some dude next to me yelled I-want-my-face-to-explode–and I laughed like crazy at that—but that’s how the bass felt and in full disclosure I have to admit I ate some Molly that Kevin gave me–why not–like two finger dips–I mean you had to be there–Bassnectar was blowing up in-your-face and coming at you digitally remastered so why not get a little digitally enhanced???
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