YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR. Am so brutes fer missing the deadline dudes, but thought I’d post anywhoozers. Haven’t been to the states in a couple years and am in need of a quality music fest like this one. I can’t stand routine. Hate it in fact. When thousands of the most stellar human beings ever get together in one place, how can you beat that? Cure for yer cold – and I’d swear by it anyday. So obviously there are loads I’d like to check out this year and can’t really decide cause I’m random as hell, but this one and Picathon sound rad. I dig the lineup. DID ANYONE GET TO GO TO THE AUSTIN PSYCH FEST?!?!?! Sad sad sad I couldn’t get down in time for hillybilly wigglin’ an jigglin’. Will make up fer it though with fantastic onesies, long beards, and lotsa buurrrrs.
Can’t wait to shove my sweet mullet through a crowd of gorgeous creatures to the front of the stage covered in dirt and scraggly hair and dance my entire being off again…and again…and again. I’ve just discoverd Here Come the Mummies. YAR. Live music makes me squeek, squack and shiver. I’m also very fond of water fights.
Most of the time I fly around on a peice of driftwood. Gonna come up with a song (*coming soon*) on my banjo dedicated to my love fer driftwood cause I reckon it doesn’t get enough attention. POWER STAFFS! Faerie wings. Then I spy on folks and get them to DANCE and get wiggly with me in silly hats. And by dawn the fur starts flyin baby. And I pray someone with a guitar lulls me to sleep.
Does anyone need a meat check? I think yes. Boop.
Just putting this out there – if I will a million bucks, I’d buy alla yas tickets…sandwiches too. Good ones with lotsa meat and sauce. Pulled pork – thats the goods. Gah lunch….
Anyhow, I’ll be there. Weird glasses and banjo in hand.