My camera and I have a date with several bands and a chunk of muddy farmland. If I can actually get online (last year I couldn’t, really), I’ll check in here and at The Memphis Blog. Of course I will be tweeting. I imagine you are nearly unable to contain your excitement so I will hush up and get going.
On my way through Lakeland a few weeks ago, I got behind the rental car I rode to Chicago in back in very late December. It really threw me to just randomly be riding in traffic behind the very same car that had been my road home for a few days. I mean, how many rental cars are on the road in Memphis at any given second? But I know that was the right car.…
Lordy lou, I can’t wait to see these boys again. Bonnarooooo!
It’s a little long and it’s edited rather jankily but you get what you pay for here at T&G, sweet thang. You get what you pay for. Bonnaroo 2009 from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo.
If you’ve been with me for more than a year, you might recognize that title from a previous post or two. So if I get another sunburn, I am going to have to come up with another way to talk about it. Yawn! This particular sunburn’s not so bad, all things considered. Sure, my ears have peeled and my part’s flaking like your popular prom date, but I haven’t had to coax myself into a…
Really, there’s nothing I need to say here, is there? [Project 365]
So, despite my attempts to get actual rest on Friday night, I ended up accumulating perhaps three hours of real sleep, at which point the tent became uninhabitable, so I hunkered down and ate strawberries and blueberries in a tiny triangle of shade created by a nearby truck parked close to our tent. Once Amber got up and going, we headed into Centeroo to meet up with Maggi, who was craving a tofu scramble. I…
The entirety of Friday was spent in anticipation of one show: The Yeah Yeah Yeahs. I have been obsessed with this band since 2004, when Amber put one of their songs on a mixed CD she made me for my summer in Birmingham. I love them so much and I love Karen O for being such a ridiculous badass, so the idea of getting to photograph them from the pit thrilled me to a degree…
Some tales are so absurd that they can’t really be told. “You had to be there” is not just a cliché; it’s a truth. Expand it to “you had to be there … inside my head” and maybe you’d be able to understand why I am at a loss to try to explain the events of Thursday night in a way that conveys their very ridiculousness and surreality. So I biff off toward Nashville Thursday…
No time for art. Just packing. That container has since been filled to the brim and now I’m trying to see what I’ve left out. One thing I’ve got to pick up is boxed wine. Oh yeah, and food. Tomorrow morning (ugh, well, later today) I leave out for Nashville, where I’ll pick Amber up at the airport and we’ll truck it to Murfreesboro to pick up our tent and other camping goodies from her…
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