The word fun is an understatement. Fun is what you say after you leave the driving range, a banquet or catching up with old friends. This shit right here was 15 hr party days with a strong emphasis on survival of the fittest. Not everyone did live that weekend, you can read the stories yourself. As rag tag a group I went with, I was surprised how well everyone held up. Everyone knows I know my way around a concert stage and the bar, I’ve still been known to overdo it a time or 70.
It’s hard to imagine that anyone would allow such a large concentration of freaks, geeks, legends, rockers, ravers and wannabes all in one place at one time. Our friends in the small town of Manchester, Tennessee have done just that. Sounds like a real fucking mess and in a lot of ways it is. A mess that I want to be a part of. I decided to contribute in the only way I know I how, to create images and tell the story about just what is happening every year on this farm in Tennessee.
Don’t get me wrong though, the farm is full of great people having a great time and getting away from everyday life. It’s all about celebrating positive vibes, art, music, love, people and letting your freak flag fly! We did all of that and then some!
I remember hearing of Bonnaroo back in 2006 or 2007, I was in high school. Being from a small town, never traveling anywhere and not knowing what the future held for me made it unsure if i’d ever get the opportunity. It was a small dream come true to finally have the opportunity to go.
Here’s my visual story from an extended weekend on the farm. Thanks to the Joe, John, Gerard, Kyle for taking me in under their wing and putting up with my relentless personality and a plethora of other freak outs, bullshit, fits and just general costs of doing business with me.
This gallery is a long one but it’s what such a wonderful event deserves.
Ladies and gentlemen…. Bonnaroo.
