Jim James wrote a song for me!

As I mentioned in the last Bonnaroo blog I did not get to see the entire four hours of My Morning Jacket at Bonnaroo...to make up for it I am going to see them in Dallas next month. I am in love with Evil Urges.

So, I have been online ever since I have developed this love for Jim James reading, viewing, and listening to anything that involves him...just a friendly little internet stalking.

When I was googling images of Jim James I cam across this blog:
http://swill-merchant.blogspot.com/2008/06/ode-to-hot-librarians-everywhere.html

I have been singing Librarian and listening to it for a week straight. Since I am a librarian, when I listen to this song I like to pretend that it is me that he is looking at from behind the periodicals. I'm the one with the pencil in my hair. It is my glasses that he yearns to remove.

He MUST have written that song for me, right?

Right?

My goal for next week is to watch I'm Not There. I'll let you know how that turns out.

Friday Night @ Bonnaroo

Aright, I'm ready to relive some Bonnaroo again. I am beginning to think that taking a month to blog about those four glorious days is the way to go. It makes me feel like I was there yesterday instead of a few weeks ago. So Friday night was awesome. After taking a leisurely stroll down Shakedown Street we headed back into Centeroo. We made it just in time to hear Metallica begin playing. This is when things begin to get a little fuzzy. Dallas and I were sitting down in the grass listening to the show when we both looked at each other and just nodded our heads. We listened for a while until we decided to go back to camp for supplies. On our way out of the Metallica crowd we stopped to listen to a song that we really loved and this girl was talking to me for what seemed like an eternity. Dallas kind of wandered away for a bit. I was having a really hard time understanding what she was talking about, it was pretty hilarious though. We talked for the longest time but the whole conversation is lost to me

This was taken sometime between Metallica and Super Jam. I usually don't advocate posting pictures where I look this bad, but this is just too funny, so laugh your little heads off, I sure do when I look at it.

The first show of the late night set we hit up was My Morning Jacket. I had a limited knowledge of this band coming in to Bonnaroo but I knew I dug it and wanted to see their show. A few songs in it began to rain, which I was hoping for because I thought it would really kick ass. I was wrong. It got really cold and made it a lot harder to enjoy ourselves. I had on a hoodie over my dress and Dallas tied a wool blanket around him like a cape. He looked rad. The rain looked amazing while MMJ was playing and the billions of glowsticks that were being launched into the air seemed like the most beautiful fireworks show I have ever seen. It was a constant spray of glowsticks flying over our heads.

Photo by Jeff Kravitz/FilmMagic.com

Late night Bonnaroo glowstick action/Photo by Payment @ http://www.bonnaroo.proboards21.com/


My biggest regret of Bonnaroo is not gluing my ass to the ground in front of that stage for the entire four hours that MMJ played. I was amazed by them while I was there, but as a first time Rooer I did not want to miss The Super Jam. I had hopes that Jack White or Glen Hansard may join up...and had a secret wish that Ben Harper might show up as a surprise...of course it was all a pipe dream. We left MMJ to watch the Super Jam and also to get a little relief from the cold rain that was pounding down harder and faster. We met some random cool dude and set off to check out the Super Jam. He and Dallas hung out while I sat under a tree watching two guys on acid climb to the top and then hang from their legs. I just knew they were going to die, but they were very good at climbing trees. Since I was sitting under said tree, I also though they would fall on me and break my neck, but like I said, they were pretty steady up there despite the large quantities of LSD they had ingested.

When we both realized that we weren't really diggin' the Super Jam as much as we hoped we decided to go to another tree and sit under it. We sat there for a while while the rain was at it worst. Here is that tree during the day, it was next to a little building that looked like The Flintstone's house:

From that tree we went to stand somewhere else and talked to someone near a garbage can for a few minutes until all the glowstick action at Tiesto caught Dallas' eye. We ran under that tent and stayed there for a few minutes until it got a little annoying. I think that we went back to watch some more MMJ after that but I can't be sure. All I know is that the walk back to camp was very painful. We were both bundled up in Dallas' cape/blanket and it felt like we were losing a two legged race contest at field day. I was soaking wet and exhausted when we got back to our tent. I slept very well that night!

Friday @ Roo

I should have been on top of this a lot sooner since Bonnaroo has been so long ago now. It is already July and that wonderful weekend is now fading into a distant memory. I finally got my pictures online though, and that got me motivated to relive some of those mind blowing moments with you.

Friday was by far the best day for me at Roo, and also quite possibly one of the best days in my entire life. It is most certainly in the top five and will remain there unless several more super extraordinary things happen to bump it off the list.

We woke up at a decent hour, probably about 8:00. we had plans to meet some people I had met on an online community called Inforoo, a sort of online meeting place for all that is Bonnaroo. Inforoo was what prepared me for Bonnaroo....and I was very well prepared. There was an Inforoo brunch in the tent only area. We found it after looking for about ten minutes, which wasn't long considering I had a sinking feeling that I would miss out on the yummy list of food and party favors that might be present there. The smell of bacon helped a great deal in finding Camp Inforoo...what a glorious smell it was! I passed out some fudge that my mom made and ran over to the Mimosas. What a way to start a day at Bonnaroo. Dallas and I ate better there than we did all week. there were homemade biscuits with the most delicious sausage gravy I have had in my life. It was a white-ish gravy, and I have an anti-white gravy appetite, but there was an exception made for this heavenly pot of gravy. yum. Oh, and pancakes with syrup! I believe someone was cooking up some eggbeaters as we left. It was a gourmet camping feast! There were cookies as well that were much larger than my head. I did not partake in the cookies as they were rumoured to be very potent, indeed.
After recovering from a small heat stroke back at camp we went to Centeroo to watch Jose Gonzales at This Tent. He was amazing! If any of you listen to Zero 7 then you will know what a great voice he has. He sounded better live than I could ever imagine. The weather was so nice by then. After my mini heat stroke the clouds came out and brought along the nicest breeze imaginable. It was perfect.


When Jose Gonzales finished his set Tegan and Sara began but we decided to split our time between Minus the Bear and Umphrey's McGee. They were both really good but we literally went back and forth between the two stages that we probably heard two full songs from each band. During one of these shows, I believe Umphrey's, I decided that we should go back to This Tent and catch the end of Tegan and Sara in order to get a prime spot for Swell Season.

Swell Season...they were one of my top two bands for going to Bonnaroo despite being a band that half of America has never even heard of...and this despite the fact that they won this year's Oscar for Best Song in a Motion Picture. I fell in love with Glen Hansard's voice the day I heard it and never turned back. So getting a good view of the stage was very important to me. Of course, as luck would have it they were playing at the same time as my number two reason for going to Bonnaroo, The Raconteurs. they were a bit staggered so Dallas and I agreed we would see the first half of Swell Season and all of The Raconteurs.


As, I knew he would, Glen blew me away. But what I did expect is that he would also blow Dallas away as well. When they sang When Your Mind's Made Up everyone went wild and Dallas was completely surprised at how much Glen rocked it. He is now a loyal fan and we plan to see them in Dallas in September. Thankfully, Swell Season played all my favorite songs during the first half of their set, so that eased the pain. a smidgen, of having to walk away from Glen still playing.
On to The Raconteurs! We figured we'd get the crappiest view for this show since we were showing up right when the first song began. We went up the side of the crowd and ended up right along the gate and could see the side of the stage and the screens were just above our heads but far enough away to see. I could see Jack White's pale skinny body one the stage pretty clearly. I was so glad that I had listened to the new CD so much before we went because they only played a few songs form the first CD. I was a little disappointed with Broken Boy Soldier performed live but I believe it is because I am not a huge fan of distortion microphones. The "WOW" moment at this show was during You Don't Understand Me. listening to the piano solo on that song feels so great but I was not prepared for seeing it live. I am pretty sure that I cried a little bit seeing his fingers fly against the keyboard like that. They were moving so fast that I convinced he had fell victim to some kind of superhero mutation like in X-Men. Now, when I am in the car and I hear that song I always get a little teary eyed during that part of the song.


That is enough for now. I will continue with Friday: The Late Night Installment next time I feel like blogging. Stay Tuned!