Taking a "shower" this morning consisted of me standing in front of a sink in my bra and underwear, covered in soap and asking the person next to me to please pour freezing cold water down my back because I couldn't reach it myself. It was worth it and I feel much better now. The heat is on in Manchester. People keep sweating and the real showers you can pay for are elusive.
Last night, Ani DiFranco was amazing. She played with a bassist and a drummer, keeping everything pretty simple. Just her words and her voice, her political agenda and her poetry were all beautiful. The sun started setting, it was almost 8 o'clock and I was due for a much needed nap. I slept until Phoenix started playing, the french rock band was one of the best acts I have seen at Bonnaroo so far. Their electronic music was amazing to dance to and everyone who was in the crowd decided to skip the first set of Phish to see them play. They only played for 45 minutes, so at 12:15, we headed over to the large stage and watched Phish play until 2AM. This will be my 10th Phish show and I haven't seen them play since before their hiatus. Some of the songs that I remember include: waiting in the velvet sea, golgi, what your feet say, free! (my favorite), Wilson, and the encore was the band covering two Beatles songs. The energy was pretty low for a Phish show, but there were thousands of people spread out over an enourmous field, so the glow sticks that kept hitting me in the head and the exitement that usually comes along with all that was missing for some reason. At least it didn't rain.
The best part of the night was Girl Talk, a DJ who claims he is not a DJ! that mixes the wildest songs together. Katie, Emily and I danced like there was absolutely no one else around. Katie wore a jellyphish costume and Emily and I wore lime green and hot pink fake eyelashes, respectively. Girl Talk mixed Kelly Clarkson with the Supremes with Dr. Dre with MGMT with some of the dirtiest, nastiest rap I have ever heard in my life. I was blushing, the lyrics were so graphic at times, and then quickly mixed with Jessie's Girl by Rick Springfield. The night ended at 4 AM with balloons falling from the ceiling of the tent. I went to sleep as the sun was rising.
This morning I woke up to the hottest car I have ever been in. I rolled to the outside and tried to sleep on the ground for a few more hours, but it was no use. So now I'm sleep deprived, sun kissed and happy.
My first act of the morning was Cherryholmes, one of my new favorite bands for when I am driving barefoot on long country highways with the windows down. The family band consists of the mom, dad and their four extremely talented children. They ended their set singing an old revival in 6 part harmony that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
Today I am going to get up front for Jenny Lewis and then go to Wilco. I'll most likely take another nap and then wake up for Nine Inch Nails, MGMT and Ben Harper, all who play from the hours of 1-4AM.
Writing from the Troo Music Lounge. ~Vima
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