#5 WOOKIE MAKEOVERS AND COLOR WARS
I swear the people at Bisco were awesome. I mean, just brilliant. The intellect, creativity, and receptivity of Bisco heads felt crisper than a fully extended double rainbow. I was like so stoked. I couldn’t believe Shore Morris had the nerve to say Bisco heads were too druggie. I called Shore a few days earlier to see if they were coming, but he said him and the Princess were going to All Good in West Virginia and then making their way back to South Florida to chill in Princess-land. Ha! Shore Morris and the Princess must represent the strangest coupling in the history of history. We’ll see how long that lasts. But, hey–whatever works. I was like, that’s all-good. All Good’s for old timers, anyways–not that I’d judge anyone–that’s Shore Morris’s m.o.–but I don’t know what he was saying about druggies. There were some wooks in the house but they were more like wookie-warriors. Walking around campsites spread across all two hundred acres of Indian Lookout, my conversations delved into the deepest realms of politics, science, philosophy, and of course music appreciation. I met artists, musicians, professors. Everyone seemed to be in Graduate school or something. If people were doing drugs, they certainly didn’t represent idiocy, quite the opposite–it felt like Art Camp in some ways. Approaching tent villages, the most awesome keepsakes accumulated in my bag: a coloring book, original music, a glass pipe, stickers galore, and the best—a pair of Camp Bisco headie socks–people kicked down like crazy. Shakedown was blowing up. The girls at the Hooked booth were so sweet. OMG–the color wars. The freaking color wars. What a great concept. Arm Wrestling and the Wookie Makeover and Best Mustache and the Scavenger Hunt. Go Team Orange–you gotta love an underdog. Oh and at the Color Wars I also linked up with HeadCount–talk about a smart group–they were doing this letter writing campaign. I actually wrote to my Congressman–Anthony Weiner–about the oil spill–an anti-corporate rant–and the cool cats at HeadCount mailed it for me. And I met the young intern dudes from Relix Magazine and they seemed so energetic and smart and cute too. I was having so much fun. The Grassroots Movement were in the house selling their dope gear and they even had a deejay blasting some dubstep. This one girl I met topped them all. She sat on the side of the path near the entrance, making art. Cutting up art and porn magazines from the sixties, she made tiny collages with other mixed media. I hung out with her for like an hour, just chilling, and she kicked me down. Didn’t even want anything in return. So cool. It had a real butterfly that she found dead. Call me dark, but I thought it cute. I was thinking Keith better get there soon before I forget all about him–kidding.