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Post by riley on Jun 16, 2004 17:51:28 GMT -5
I haven't slept properly since they were posted and my appetite's all fucked up too. I'm also pretty sure there's a cyst that's formed on the under side of my scrotum which could be directly attributed to the disproportionate size of those fucking photos. Thanks a lot skemples.
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Post by phil on Jun 16, 2004 21:30:17 GMT -5
Samples ~ When you go to Photoshop
go to "image size" and get the pixel numbers
down to 600 maximum for horizontal
and save the picture after that ...
Works for me !!
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Post by riley on Jun 17, 2004 3:23:26 GMT -5
Or leave them the way they are and watch me get bags under my eyes, whithering away to nothing from the stress created by over sized pictures.
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Post by luke on Jun 17, 2004 9:32:49 GMT -5
I've decided to put my Bonnaroo review in in installments, so here goes...
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Post by luke on Jun 17, 2004 9:33:47 GMT -5
Bonnaroo Part 1: Arrival; Neko-Yo La Tengo
I had no idea what to expect when we got to Bonnaroo, but I never imagined it would be the hippy drug fest that it was. I've never seen that many drugs in my life, and I've seen a lot of drugs in my life.
We got to Manchester, Tennessee in about ten hours. We had no idea where the Bonnaroo site was, but we ran into some hillbilly kid who knew all these tricks to beating the traffic and getting in quicker. He saved us a good two hours worth of traffic, but we still had to wait in line nearly five hours before we got to park.
I have this thing with cops, where I really hate them and don't like doing anything fun around them. So I was a bit of a skeptic when I saw all these people drinking and getting high with state troopers right across the street. Took us a little bit before we broke out the beer, and started getting high with the people all around us. There were hundreds of cars all lined up, waiting to get in, and the line was so slow that people were just getting out of their cars and getting all fucked up in the street at six, seven, eight in the morning. It was awesome.
We get to our campsite, we're pretty trashed. It's 9:30 in the morning, and no way we're about to pass out now. So we walk around the site, start getting high and looking around. The drugs aren't into full swing yet, but by late afternoon it's impossible to walk around the campsites or the festival area without getting offered something every forty-five seconds.
We dick off and get all fucked up until about 2:00, when we go see Neko Case under some tent. It was hot as fuck all around us, so being under the shade was nice. She went into some bit about how her and the Sadies were here all the way from Toronto and stuff, then broke into "Pretty Girls." Her voice is the stuff of power. We stuck with her for about thirty or so minutes, then headed off to get a decent spot for Wilco at the main stage.
The sun was VICIOUS out there. I was shirtless and it was just fucking beating me down. We stuck with Wilco for over an hour, long enough to hear all the "favorites" off of Yankee Hotel Foxtrot and Summerteeth. Every time the sun started getting the best of us, and we said we were gonna leave, the next song would come on, and we'd be stuck. The new stuff was great, but chased off a lot of people who were just barely sticking it out through the heat. All the new stuff sounded like they'd been playing it for twenty years; very accomplished sounding stuff, I liked it a lot.
Eventually the heat got the best of us and so we went back to the campsite. On the way there, I think we passed out under some tree in somebody's yard. That was another cool thing- people actually lived around this site, and were just letting all these crazy hippies pass out in the yards and do drugs and whatever right outside their doors. The community was AMAZING. I've never seen anything like it.
Woke up from under the tree a bit later than expected. We'd missed just about all of Bob Dylan, but I didn't really care, as before I'd left, my girlfriend told me how boring he is live these days. So we went to catch the tail end of it, just to say we saw Bob Dylan. Caught a glimpse of him and then headed off to my most anticipated show of the night, which also turned out to be the best.
Yo La Tengo were absolutely fucking amazing. Before we went to see them, we stopped by one of the mushroom vendors- yes, there were fucking VENDORS selling mushrooms, it was sick- and ate a good bit, also smoking a couple bowls of this crazy KB my friend brought with him. You could smoke pretty much everywhere, in front of cops, security, whatever, and whip out mushrooms or acid or whatever, too. Nobody cared. So many hippies, man, I didn't even know that many existed anymore.
Waited for the shrooms to kick in as the show went on, which was the coolest, trippiest experience. Their show had a lot more of their folky type stuff for the thousands of hippies all around, but they played lots of long, crazy shoegazer shit, which sent me into another dimension. It was fucking crazy, and I did NOT want it to end. The highlight was toward the end, in some twenty-minute noise pop extravaganza, when Ira Kaplan beat his guitar all to shit, smashing the thing to pieces and scaring the fuck out of all those goddamn hippies standing around everywhere. It was beautiful. And I was so high.
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Post by samplestiltskin on Jun 18, 2004 11:28:05 GMT -5
Samples ~ When you go to Photoshop go to "image size" and get the pixel numbers down to 600 maximum for horizontal and save the picture after that ... Works for me !! Doesn't work for me !! I'm going to try a different image uploading site next time. Don't really give a fuck I messed up a whole entire page on a message board though.  ekul - Where's installment #2! |
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Post by Meursault on Jun 18, 2004 12:38:16 GMT -5
Samples: Open ur pic in paintshop, click one of the top button and there should be an option for stretch image or something like that. Your a bright girl, you'll figure it out.
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Post by RocDoc on Jun 18, 2004 13:48:50 GMT -5
....The highlight was toward the end, in some twenty-minute noise pop extravaganza, when Ira Kaplan beat his guitar all to shit, smashing the thing to pieces and scaring the fuck out of all those goddamn hippies standing around everywhere. It was beautiful. And I was so high.
I so LOVE the 'scaring the fuck out of all those goddamn hippies standing around everywhere'....it got me VERY much haw-haw-hawing right here in the office! Patients are like 'WTF?'
...and there's gonna be MORE to this review?
Whoa, sounds like a GREAT time, already!
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Post by samplestiltskin on Jun 18, 2004 14:21:19 GMT -5
Shane, I have Photoshop, Microsoft Picture It, Adobe, and Paint. I've changed the size of the pictures in each of them, and it works until I upload them into Photodump, when they promptly fill up the entire screen even when they were never that big to begin with. I'm a bright girl, yeah. Magician, no.
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Post by luke on Jun 19, 2004 12:01:17 GMT -5
rnr, samples- I've got about two more days of festival to cover...I'm bogged with work now, but I plan on having the second review up Monday morning...
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Post by samplestiltskin on Jun 20, 2004 11:54:48 GMT -5
I got fired on Friday. Back to my natural state of joblessness. Fuck I HATE job-hunting!
Looking forward to those reviews though. I was gonna go see the Dead last night but... well, I didn't want to encourage the guy who invited me. Broke the bastard's heart, I did. Oh well.
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Post by Thorngrub on Jun 23, 2004 12:23:58 GMT -5
luke - that is just amazing. Wow.
Well, during the following week, I will be seeing live:
HUMAN DRAMA
SIMON AND GARFUNKLE
and
RUSH
Will be back to report on them as they come.
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Post by Thorngrub on Jun 23, 2004 12:24:46 GMT -5
Sorry U got the Axe, samples.
Look at it this way: Hopefully something better will come along.
Good luck!
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Post by luke on Jun 23, 2004 22:41:21 GMT -5
Bonnaroo Part 2: Dave, More Mushrooms, and Rain
After Yo La Tengo, I was ready for a buzzkill. Why? Because from 8:30-12:00, the only band onstage was Dave Matthews and Friends.
We walked up to the main stage where Dave was at, getting in the midst of a big crowd of people. Lot of fucked up folks all over the place, on all sorts of shit. The show got off to a boring start, and some short fat middle aged guy in front of us turned on this glow stick that was wrapped around his body and started dancing all crazy. Dude provided comic relief for the whole show; we heard he'd eaten way too many mushrooms or something.
At first I was bored, just looking up at the lights of the stage and the screen and enjoying the shrooms. We smoked a few bowls, stayed mellow, and then I noticed Trey Anastasio onstage with Dave. Stuff started picking up from there, and then Tim Reynolds came out and the guitars just got crazy. These three guys were jamming and their fingers were flying and it was some of the best, most intense stuff I've ever seen. Anastasio was singing as much as Dave was, and the whole show blended into the crazy, showy guitar work. Lots of one-upmanship and the like the entire time, soaring through Hendrix covers and the like. It was fucking stellar, and I was SHOCKED that I was having so much fun at fucking Dave Matthews and Friends.
Members of the Dead came out and jammed. It was non-stop. Only parts that sucked were when Dave would start talking and shit.
I was so fucked up this whole time. Literally eating shrooms as the medical staff came soaring through the crowd right by me with a stretcher for somebody who OD'd. The fat fucked up guy with the glowstick eventually got escorted out as he was falling over on the ground, screaming, "HAMBURGER! NO KETCHUP!!!" It was absolutely nuts.
After the show we wandered around a bit, chatting with hippies and looking around at stuff. No one worth a shit seemed to be playing that night, so we decided to go back to the campsite and chill. We were exhausted, and had only a couple hours sleep during the day. We got back to the campsite and even the drugs couldn't really keep us awake. I passed right out in my tent to the sounds of Danger Mouse in the distance.
Woke up early. Brushed teeth, put on deoderant, wet my contacts, and was good to go. The heat was already picking up.
Walking around, there was this air of non-sexuality. Everyone was hot, gross. Girls were walking around topless and in panties, but no one gave them a second look. The entire time there, I didn't see a single couple making out, and the only hint of sex I got was from some moaning coming out of a tent one night. It was just impossible to look at anyone sexually; the heat dried our libidos right up.
Ate a gyro for breakfast, then smoked a bowl and ate some more shrooms. Wanted to be good and tripping for Kings of Leon.
We were right up on the stage under the tent for that show. We waited nearly an hour under the tent for the show to begin, smoking plenty of herb and having casual conversations with the hippies around us.
Kings of Leon blew me away. Only flaw in their show was when the got a little whiny about the heat. Boo hoo! I was never THAT big a fan of the band, but their catalogue seemed to be a bit more diverse than I thought, and incorporated more complex elements than just the raw garage sound I'd heard in songs like "Wasted Time"
They fucked up "Wasted Time," and seemed pretty pissed about it, being that all of this music was being recorded for Bonnaroo merchandise. They shrugged it off, though, and flew into one hell of a show.
We checked out all of the stands and such. Not as much hippie arty stuff as you'd expect, but I did find this one tent with lots of flyers from small shows around the nation. I was shocked to find one of a Cramps show that my girlfriend and I attended back in April '03, and I picked it up.
Spent most of the rest of the day high under the trees, staring off at all the pretty shapes and such. But it wasn't long before the heat faded and the rain struck. With a fucking vengeance.
No one really cared. The storms were rough, but we managed to hide under tents and what-not. Beth Orton was probably happy about it; she had a lot more people watching her show than she would have, and we all enjoyed it.
As soon as the rain calmed, we went back to the campsite to put things up. My cell phone was broken, which basically meant that we couldn't tell the time anymore. Oh well.
Rain came back, and it came back hard. Everything had to be shut down at points because of the storms, and everyone was hours behind schedule. I was pretty high, though, and didn't really care. The entire experience was going to peak that night, and really, we had no idea what we were in for.
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Post by samplestiltskin on Jun 29, 2004 17:28:19 GMT -5
Right on. Thank you for not forgetting about your duty to give us that review.
It's official as of 10 minutes ago. I AM going to see the PUPPY. PHWAAAAHAHAAAAA.
Kinda sick that I feel so happy, seeing as I got the tix from a friend who got into a car wreck and can't make it to the show. Ahem.
Wondering if I should roll in the middle of the week...
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