Waking at 2:30AM on Sat morning I wandered down to Centeroo to catch Girl Talk and Paul Oakenfold . Upon arrival I was taken back by the spectacle that was Girl Talk. The stage was filled with festival goers dancing, jumping, and going all around fucking nuts while giant air guns filled with streamers, toilet paper, and confetti were periodically sprayed over them and giant balloons as big as a sedan floated around the crowd on the ground. From “front to back” as Girl Talk mastermind Gregg Gillis would say was moving and enthralled with what they were witnessing, by far one of my top three of my top five performances (others in top five so far would be Animal Collective, Of Montreal, Beastie Boys).
After the end of Girl Talk I walked over to catch Paul Oakenfold who was the only artist left performing. I entered the gyrating and pulsing crowd where I was surrounded by every rave cliche you could imagine. Oakenfold however was anything but typical. He had the crowd in his hands never saying a word but melding songs seamlessly and interacting with the crowd with gestures simply telling the fans what to do and when. After dancing and watching for an incomprehensible amount of time I turned around to look out at the crowd and realized that it was daylight. Upon sighting the coming day my feet, back, legs, and toes began to cramp, spasm, and fail under my chubby little belly. I knew I had done it all, and knew if i didn’t leave now I would end up asleep a third the way to my camp site in the classic Bonnaroo shit/vomit/mud mix that IS FUCKING EVERYWHERE!
Luckily I made it to the front of my tent.
I think it was my tent.