I got my act together and realized that I was one of the last ones up. Not surprising. Also not surprising is the fact that I had no hangover despite hitting the sauce pretty hard Friday night. For some reason my liver is particularly sharp at music festivals and all it takes is a Red Bull and a heavy campsite chill session and I'm ready for another 14 or so hours of music. Luckily, the morning wakeup was made easier by Nate when he busted out a massive sack of thick-cut slab bacon. We were all chilling hard when someone, still partially wooked out from the previous night, started asking about vitamins. I looked at him and said, "Dude, what do you need vitamins for? You're about to eat bacon." We hung around the site until around 1, pounding down grilled swine and fighting the vicious wind. The sun was beating down warmth but whenever the wind picked up, the heat would blow off and I'd be freezing again for a moment.
The wind is abusing this tent; the poles and wires are maxed out and I thought this guy was going to fly all weekend.
On my way down to the music I finally got a good grip on the layout of the festival. Since we came in at dusk I felt a little confused on Friday night. However in the light of day the simple layout & relatively diminutive nature of these festival grounds became obvious. From the top of the hill you can pretty much stand with your back to the main stage and see out over the entire camping area. The lot is basically right next to the camping area and your car is a maximum of half a mile from where you're camping. Our car was less than a quarter mile from the campsite, which made schlepping all our shit in very easy. This place is actually a pretty nice location for a festival and was beautiful during the day. If only the weather was a bit warmer and the wind wasn't trying to rip my face off...
View from the hill. Notice the wooked out person on the chair to the right.
Approximately 2:00pm: Jahman Brahman
I made it to the main stage area just after 1:30. I wandered around a bit and wasn't too impressed with what was happening on the Main Stage so I milled about and ended up down at the Beach Stage. This "stage" was really more like an open air room with a corner for the band. The capacity in this place was very low however there weren't very many people while I was there around 2pm. This band was definitely the best music playing at this time. They were an instrumental band specializing in some spacey jam rock with grooving bass lines and heavy distortion on the wonderfully noodley guitar. These guys reminded me a bit of The Malah, except instead of feeling submerged in water I felt as if I was hovering in the atmosphere. They had a very light & bouncy vibe to their meandering jams that made me feel awesome. This band was definitely the unexpected surprise of the weekend and proved to be the best band I hadn't heard of coming into this festival.
Jahman Brahman. Makin' it rain shreddy spaaaaaaaace.
After Jahman Brahman, I was waiting for another date with my new favorite bluegrass band, Sexfist. I ran into Chuck Oakton on the way to the hill and said hello. Chuck is one rad dude and I could tell by his excitement that he was ready to shred the Main Stage. I ambled up the hill to sit down and study up on my new camera while I waited for Sexfist's set. I sat about halfway up the hill and once again took note of a wild pack of filthy Wooks who seemed to be engaged in some sort of Extra Low Frequency conversation. You can spot these guys yourself-- all you need to do is look for what appears to be a pile of pubic hair with fake Oakleys jammed in the center, a flat brim resting on top of the mat of hair, and gnarly dreadlocks framing the whole ensemble. Other defining characteristics include: surviving only on grilled cheese & Natty Light, the ability to swallow whole nitrous tanks and a mutation that enables them to excrete raw Shardzz from their sweat glands. In addition, no matter what the weather is like, these dudes will be wearing a black hoodie and dark pants. It could be 110 degrees at Bonerzoo or 40 degrees at Springfest and they will be wearing the same uniform. Wooks aren't extraterrestrial, they're ultraterrestrial. They can be found at every festival, typically walking around the lot with their haggard looking dog and will generally stay out of your way unless you're giving away free bread.
Approximately 3:00pm: Sexfist
Sexfist. Always ready to make a crowd shred like crazy.
The Sexfist set got off to a rocky start as there was an extended sound check that still didn't seem to remedy numerous sound issues. Feedback was a serious issue and the sound guy on stage looked pissed off about it. However, the band forged through the issues for a few songs that still had the crowd kickin' up dust. A new song, "Take Me Back To You", really got the people moving and had some apes in the pit doing some wild goosestepping. These two guys in particular were bouncing all over the place and really seemed to have come down with Bluegrass Fever. After this song, Jeffrey Chestnut (fiddle) commented that all the feedback "sounds like a UFO's gonna land on stage". I think this got the sound booth's attention and they finally dialed in the audio for the rest of the set. They ripped into a banjo pickin' song they called "Big Country" that continued to elevate the audience's energy and dancing pace. This crowd seriously ate up the only true bluegrass offering of the festival and really seemed to enjoy themselves. The boys threw in a Bill Monroe cover to pay homage to where Monroe got his start in bluegrass. This song slowed the pace down a bit, but was well-received & definitely appreciated. Sexfist knows how to bring the pace back to a blaze and brought the set to a close with what is becoming a staple crowd mover, "Helter Skelter". I posted a video of this song in my last Sexfist entry and it once again made the crowd go insane. The cloud of dust hanging over the pit area reminded me of Yonder at Rothbury in 2009. It was a dense cloud that ended up all over my camera within 30 seconds of wiping it down. I looked around at the frantic crowd and couldn't help but get down myself-- Sexfist is the shit and if you can't shred righteously at their show you most likely have a chromosomal abnormality.
Sexfist getting friendly with their fans at their merch area.
Approximately 4:00pm: Waldemere Revival / Interview with Sexfist
I went back to the site to refuel after Sexfist but came back within a few minutes to catch Waldemere Revival. I was given a recommendation to check these guys out by the Hidden Relic booth and made good on the opportunity. While I waited for them to start I ran into Mr. Oakton from Sexfist again and asked him if he would sit down for a quick interview. He agreed but needed a minute to calculate his mental state. So I went to the pit area just as Waldemere were starting. Right away I was hit with an awesome sound that I'd never heard before. This band utilizes a distorted harmonica to create a sound that is like a creepy cosmic wind. The man behind the harmonica, Corey Flick, definitely stood out to me as the spectrum of the music that I enjoyed the most. I would get lost in his amorphous howling and feel my face start to drift away. But the rest of the music didn't quite strike the same chord with me. I felt like the lyrics detracted from the spacey vibes of the rest of the music and seemed to be bordering on pop music. That isn't to say this band wasn't good though, because they definitely were. I would have stayed for the whole set, but I had my first artist interview to tend to.
Waldemere Revival. Celestial harmonica.
I met Chuck back by the Hidden Relic booth and asked Joey Buttram, head honcho at Hidden Relic, if I could use the booth's couch for the interview. He agreed and about 15 minutes later Chuck had the band rounded up and chilling on the couch. The interview was recorded on video by HR and went pretty well. I had asked all of the Hidden Relic questions and I was just starting to get to some of my Chicago-centric questions when the wind ripped through the tent like a banshee and almost lifted the whole thing right off the ground. HR's booth got twisted by the wind, a grill almost tipped and sent coals flying into another tent, shirts got tossed, posters got blown away, and the backdrop for our interview was destroyed. This caused a 10 minute intermission in the interview while everything got straightened out. We set the camera back up and I finished the interview in another 10 minutes. All said, it went pretty well for my first interview and I'm looking forward to a more formal Sexfist interview in the near future. I still don't know the outcome of the video of this interview but the experience was awesome nonetheless.
By the time the interview was over it seemed like it was almost time for UV Hippo's set... and this is the one I came for. I only had a little while to chillax at the campsite in order prepare to have my soul seared by the Hippo.
Approximately 6:00pm: Ultraviolet Hippopotamus
Russell "The Love Muscle" James.
By the time the interview was over it seemed like it was almost time for UV Hippo's set... and this is the one I came for. I only had a little while to chillax at the campsite in order prepare to have my soul seared by the Hippo.
Approximately 6:00pm: Ultraviolet Hippopotamus
Russell "The Love Muscle" James.
Posted up on the rail and camera unsheathed I stood ready while UV Hippo measured up their soundcheck. They didn't seem to want to fuck around and basically just started ripping immediately. The show instantly dropkicked my brain with an unbelievably violent version of "The Marine". They played this song the last time I saw them but that was in front of a bunch of snooty rich white folk at a jazz club. This time they were standing in front of a pile of drugged-up primates and took the opportunity to unleash the true power of this song. Dave Sanders pushed his Moog Lil' Phattie to the brink of nuclear meltdown with a hellacious electro attack while Russell James & Sam Guidry climbed the jam mountain and rained down lightning on the crowd. And this was just the first song! Seriously, you have to get this show.
Dave Sanders. Master of maniacal Moog mayhem.
Sam Guidry. Sargeant of screaming String savagery.
Dave Sanders. Master of maniacal Moog mayhem.
Sam Guidry. Sargeant of screaming String savagery.
Next they jumped into one of my favorite covers that they play, Zappa's "City of Tiny Lites". I've listened to this song about a thousand times from the classic Czar's '07 show and it fucking rules on that. But on this day, this song was so much more intense. They added a crunchy Sanders Moog-out and even more shreddy guitar insanity. This song was serious business.
Brian Samuels. Buddha of ballistic Bass bashing.
Brian Samuels. Buddha of ballistic Bass bashing.
I could go on and on about this set because the entire thing was a fucking bonfire. Shred Central from start to finish. It lit the festival ablaze with UV Hippo Madness. About halfway through the set I decided to go around the fence to get right up next to the stage to take pictures... and I'm glad I did. I got sick pictures of everyone except Casey Jones, the percussionist. I couldn't get a decent shot through his plethora of instruments. Sorry Casey! After focusing on photos for a bit I went back into the pit for some more raging. The next highlight for me was an absolutely blistering "Yin Yang" that featured the gnarliest shredding of the whole show. Both Sam & Russell got loose with the finger tapping and constructed a sonic landscape like the heart of a fucking asteroid belt. Floating in space being pelted by laser beams of sound... nothing to do but dance like a crazy asshole and let the dust settle into the sweat building on my brow.
Joe Phillion. Doctor of dastardly Drumkit destruction.
Joe Phillion. Doctor of dastardly Drumkit destruction.
The set ended with a new jam apparently called "Dave's New Tune" for the time being. The song begins with some playful piano from Sanders and a tight shuffle from Phillion. And it ends up, as you can imagine by the title, with berserk Moog wailing coupled with some perfectly harmonized sounds from the guitar duo. This song concluded what ended up being the Cornerstone set of the weekend. Back at the campsite nobody could shut up about how amazing Hippo was, especially me. I'm definitely not the only person who thought this was the best set of Springfest. These guys are serious, serious fucking business and will be around for a long time.
Approximately 8:30pm: Willie Waldman & Steve Molitz Big Damn Jam
I had to hit the campsite after Hippo to put the pieces of my face back together. But I didn't have much time to spare as the Big Damn Jam was something I definitely needed to see. It was getting dark out which was bringing back my fears about night photography. I headed to this show solo and made my way to the rail to take photos as soon as I got there. And just as I had feared, I still hadn't learned enough about my new camera to take photos very well. Nonetheless I photo-spammed the stage in the hopes that something good would come of it. After a few minutes it became hard to maintain focus on photography. The music was more than I had bargained for and once again my brain was being hoisted off the chassis and loaded into a cannon. The return of the combo of Molitz on synths & Waldman on trumpet was simply amazing. Then when they brought out Tony Austin, who Waldman reinforced is "one of the best drummers in the world", the sound got real heavy. Austin laid down a drum interlude that put the crowd into a serious trance and caused one of those eerie spaced out silences among the audience. It was amazing.
Willie Mothafuckin Waldman.
Tony Muthafuckin Austin.
Approximately 8:30pm: Willie Waldman & Steve Molitz Big Damn Jam
I had to hit the campsite after Hippo to put the pieces of my face back together. But I didn't have much time to spare as the Big Damn Jam was something I definitely needed to see. It was getting dark out which was bringing back my fears about night photography. I headed to this show solo and made my way to the rail to take photos as soon as I got there. And just as I had feared, I still hadn't learned enough about my new camera to take photos very well. Nonetheless I photo-spammed the stage in the hopes that something good would come of it. After a few minutes it became hard to maintain focus on photography. The music was more than I had bargained for and once again my brain was being hoisted off the chassis and loaded into a cannon. The return of the combo of Molitz on synths & Waldman on trumpet was simply amazing. Then when they brought out Tony Austin, who Waldman reinforced is "one of the best drummers in the world", the sound got real heavy. Austin laid down a drum interlude that put the crowd into a serious trance and caused one of those eerie spaced out silences among the audience. It was amazing.
Willie Mothafuckin Waldman.
Tony Muthafuckin Austin.
This time they had two guitar shredders with them and it was fucking crazy. This music was completely freeform and had no boundaries. Waldman would hop in with some crazy trumpet that would bounce off of Molitz's Moog just right... only to be catapulted even further into space by the guitar duo's additional harmonizing. At times this sounded like a jazzed up Ozric Tentacles, or maybe a creepier Particle. This was some kind of crazy musical mutant and it was absolutely incredible. But I was still wiped out from Hippo and the camera was frustrating the shit out of me, so I headed back to the site once again to refuel before the headliner of the evening and another of my favorite bands, Papadosio.
Insane harmonizing. Bordering on surreal. Perfectly constructed mindscape. Spaaaaaaaaaace.
Insane harmonizing. Bordering on surreal. Perfectly constructed mindscape. Spaaaaaaaaaace.
Approximately 10:30pm: Papadosio
After simultaneously recovering yet losing my bearings I decided to shove off back to the Main Stage, this time with cohorts in tow. We got down to the stage about 15 minutes before Papadosio began. There was some decent electronic music playing in the meantime and we were joking about whether or not it was Papadosio... After what seemed like forever they finally hit the stage and the pit area was packed. I hung around with the group for the first song then pulled my typical shade out routine to grab a piece of the hill. I sat down and they began one of my favorite chill out songs, "All I Knew". Following this song was one I'd never heard but it put me in a great mood. It was called "Divine Moments of Truth" and featured some jungle-esque grooves, a playful beat that sounded like a xylophone but was probably electronic, and other wild sounds that ended up in a Thogmartin crunchy noodle breakdown. Next they ripped into another one of my favorites, "Improbability Blotter" and I realized that the sound wasn't what it should be. Everything was just muffled and it almost sounded like a recording from up on the hill. I was disappointed in the sound quality but I knew they were maxing out what they had been given. It was still awesome.
Papadosio. The best of a bunch of incomprehensible pictures. I will have this down by Summercamp, I promise.
After simultaneously recovering yet losing my bearings I decided to shove off back to the Main Stage, this time with cohorts in tow. We got down to the stage about 15 minutes before Papadosio began. There was some decent electronic music playing in the meantime and we were joking about whether or not it was Papadosio... After what seemed like forever they finally hit the stage and the pit area was packed. I hung around with the group for the first song then pulled my typical shade out routine to grab a piece of the hill. I sat down and they began one of my favorite chill out songs, "All I Knew". Following this song was one I'd never heard but it put me in a great mood. It was called "Divine Moments of Truth" and featured some jungle-esque grooves, a playful beat that sounded like a xylophone but was probably electronic, and other wild sounds that ended up in a Thogmartin crunchy noodle breakdown. Next they ripped into another one of my favorites, "Improbability Blotter" and I realized that the sound wasn't what it should be. Everything was just muffled and it almost sounded like a recording from up on the hill. I was disappointed in the sound quality but I knew they were maxing out what they had been given. It was still awesome.
Papadosio. The best of a bunch of incomprehensible pictures. I will have this down by Summercamp, I promise.
I spaaaaaaced out for a good chunk of time, feeling lost in the sound floating up to the hill. The light show on the stage was pretty amazing and I had a crystal clear view of the stage. The show was amazing, but I couldn't help but chuckle at Billy Brouse, the synth slayer. His spectrum of the band's sound is the most danceable part and is clearly what the kids all pay for these days. But his stage persona is pretty ridiculous. He was up there fist pumping and making strange faces in anticipation of whatever sounds he was about to unleash next. It just looked out of sync and was completely unlike the last time I saw them. Then there's the rest of the band-- so reserved & chilled out on stage, but there's Billy going apeshit, waving his arms in the air with a big putty-faced grin stuck to his head.
Greg finally met up with me on the hill and spaced out to a sick version of "Frequence" with guest Max Allen tearing up the guitar. The string work in this song was more fierce than usual thanks to Allen's aggressive approach. During this song we both started to feel extremely cold so we hit the hill to find people with a fire. We found a nice group with a roaring fire and stood about an inch from it through an awesome "Unparalyzer" that wouldn't let my body stop moving. When the song "Magreenery", a real ripper, started up we bid the friendly fire-bearing strangers farewell and hit the pit area. Even though we were about 20 feet from the stage, Greg and I were conversing at a normal volume and this seemed very odd. Nonetheless, this song was an epic 20 minute opus and sealed this show as an overwhelming victory despite the weak sound. We hung on for 2 more songs as we both wanted to hear "Polygons" but couldn't stand the cold anymore-- we needed more fire. As we hit the backside of the hill we heard the opening of "Polygons" and I felt satisified... but still bitter cold.
We got back to the campsite and warmed our sinew by the fire. The tractor rim had seen a shitload of wood and was now bulging with ash and charred bits of snarly wood. The good burning wood was long gone and the fire was reduced to about half of its thermal capacity... not good for me. All of a sudden we heard the trademark sound of Willie Waldman's trumpet in the Tent Stage. I was tempted to go check it out but had a serious case of chair lock. Next thing I knew the guys I was camping with came stomping back with shit eating grins. Following close behind them was none other than Willie Waldman himself. He brought his bass player with him as well, but Willie was the main event. He regaled the group with tales of hanging out with his crack dealer in LA before going to play trumpet for Snoop Dogg, watching all the rock stars in the 80's die from heroin while he was allergic to heroin aka blowing massive amounts of cocaine, and how he took plenty of psychedelic medicine before he went on stage earlier in the night. Needless to say, the guy was a serious trip and locked our group in an intense dialogue. For a minute I thought he was going to seize Rod by the throat and scream straight into his eyeballs. His bass player finally convinced him to go after 20 minutes of Insane Storytime with Willie Waldman.
Approximately 2:30am: The Twin Cats
The Twin Cats were a band that I really wanted to check out at Springfest. It was late, I was still freezing and I was totally wooked out, but I somehow managed to drag my ass out of the chair and head to the Tent Stage. I stepped inside the Tent hoping for some warmth and was relieved to finally find some. The Twin Cats had the place raging and all the body heat had collected. The bass player had a really goofy look but a super loose & funky style that really stood out to me. I was only in there for about 15 minutes, however, when I started to feel like the scene was pretty seedy. For one, some spun out douchebag had his head down and plowed through me and about 5 other people that I saw. Then right after that, this insane looking dude holding up a cheap, battery-powered light ball came stumbling through the crowd. His eyes were all bugged out and his head was cocked to one side with his arm in this creepy, tree branch posture. He was definitely weirding everyone out and that was my cue to head back to my tent.
I huddled over the fire for a few more minutes then crammed some earplugs in for the night. I started to drift off to sleep while I could hear The Twin Cats wrap up their set with an awesome cover of Daft Punk's "Robot Rock", but my mind kept wandering. I ended up literally laughing myself to sleep thinking about the hot rumor of the day. Earlier I had heard that some Wook had eaten 37 hits of acid and thought his face was melting off during Particle and walked over to a vendor and dropped his face right on the grill. For some reason (probably because I had been laughing about those Wooks all weekend) I just couldn't stop laughing about this scenario running through my head.
"The Wook, in a fit of wild aggression, seized the 37 hits in his paw and thrust it through his beard and down his throat hole. He felt the paper wad up & tumble into his thorax and grunted with pleasure. He stumbled his way to the rail, in front of Molitz, to experiment with space. Hours pass and the Wook is lost. After a particularly violent tag team from Combe and Molitz, the Wook is overcome with terror. He fell backwards into the people behind him, waving his arms to maintain balance. He spilled out of the crowd, barely able to keep upright, walking in a horizontal plane. Particle began a new song behind him, but the Wook was on a mission. Molitz's Moog had turned into a Samurai kitana and sliced his face into wedge-shaped lobes and he was going to die unless he seared the pieces back together. The Wook aimed fast & heavy for the fajita stand, rocket hot metal. He angrily shoved the poor cook aside and dropped his face right on the grate. The Wook stayed frozen for 30 seconds, people screaming all around him. Finally he snapped out of it, ripped his head off the grill and stumbled backwards. Instantly he realized that his sunglasses had melted & fused with the grill and the light from the parking lot was entering his eye caves. His face has sustained no damage, only emblazoned some fine grill marks into his facial hair shield. He nonetheless recoils in horror as the cobwebs & fossilized crustaceans in his eye sockets start to crumble and fall out. He scraped at the grill for his glasses but they were hopelessly stuck. He careened backwards and let out a primal howl, 'Errr AH Errr AH WAwumWAwum WaWaWaWaWaWaWaWa WAWAWAWA'"
Sunday
Rod woke me up at 10am and we began the packing process. We hung out for a bit to say our goodbyes and what have yous. We rolled out around noon and not even 30 minutes after we left I got a text from the J-man asking what was up with Springfest. We called some people still at the festival and apparently the owner of the campground got a wild hair up his ass, saw that Springfest attracted a ton of people, and demanded another $6,000 outside of the contract. The organizers saw through this and moved the rest of the shows to another venue in Muncie. I'm glad we left before the drama because it didn't mar our awesome weekend at Springfest. This little festival was exactly what I needed and perfectly kicked off Festival Season. If Wuhnurth happens at the Waterbowl I will certainly be back. This festival was a great success if you don't count the weather and the owners-- Springfest definitely kicked ass.
Greg finally met up with me on the hill and spaced out to a sick version of "Frequence" with guest Max Allen tearing up the guitar. The string work in this song was more fierce than usual thanks to Allen's aggressive approach. During this song we both started to feel extremely cold so we hit the hill to find people with a fire. We found a nice group with a roaring fire and stood about an inch from it through an awesome "Unparalyzer" that wouldn't let my body stop moving. When the song "Magreenery", a real ripper, started up we bid the friendly fire-bearing strangers farewell and hit the pit area. Even though we were about 20 feet from the stage, Greg and I were conversing at a normal volume and this seemed very odd. Nonetheless, this song was an epic 20 minute opus and sealed this show as an overwhelming victory despite the weak sound. We hung on for 2 more songs as we both wanted to hear "Polygons" but couldn't stand the cold anymore-- we needed more fire. As we hit the backside of the hill we heard the opening of "Polygons" and I felt satisified... but still bitter cold.
We got back to the campsite and warmed our sinew by the fire. The tractor rim had seen a shitload of wood and was now bulging with ash and charred bits of snarly wood. The good burning wood was long gone and the fire was reduced to about half of its thermal capacity... not good for me. All of a sudden we heard the trademark sound of Willie Waldman's trumpet in the Tent Stage. I was tempted to go check it out but had a serious case of chair lock. Next thing I knew the guys I was camping with came stomping back with shit eating grins. Following close behind them was none other than Willie Waldman himself. He brought his bass player with him as well, but Willie was the main event. He regaled the group with tales of hanging out with his crack dealer in LA before going to play trumpet for Snoop Dogg, watching all the rock stars in the 80's die from heroin while he was allergic to heroin aka blowing massive amounts of cocaine, and how he took plenty of psychedelic medicine before he went on stage earlier in the night. Needless to say, the guy was a serious trip and locked our group in an intense dialogue. For a minute I thought he was going to seize Rod by the throat and scream straight into his eyeballs. His bass player finally convinced him to go after 20 minutes of Insane Storytime with Willie Waldman.
Approximately 2:30am: The Twin Cats
The Twin Cats were a band that I really wanted to check out at Springfest. It was late, I was still freezing and I was totally wooked out, but I somehow managed to drag my ass out of the chair and head to the Tent Stage. I stepped inside the Tent hoping for some warmth and was relieved to finally find some. The Twin Cats had the place raging and all the body heat had collected. The bass player had a really goofy look but a super loose & funky style that really stood out to me. I was only in there for about 15 minutes, however, when I started to feel like the scene was pretty seedy. For one, some spun out douchebag had his head down and plowed through me and about 5 other people that I saw. Then right after that, this insane looking dude holding up a cheap, battery-powered light ball came stumbling through the crowd. His eyes were all bugged out and his head was cocked to one side with his arm in this creepy, tree branch posture. He was definitely weirding everyone out and that was my cue to head back to my tent.
I huddled over the fire for a few more minutes then crammed some earplugs in for the night. I started to drift off to sleep while I could hear The Twin Cats wrap up their set with an awesome cover of Daft Punk's "Robot Rock", but my mind kept wandering. I ended up literally laughing myself to sleep thinking about the hot rumor of the day. Earlier I had heard that some Wook had eaten 37 hits of acid and thought his face was melting off during Particle and walked over to a vendor and dropped his face right on the grill. For some reason (probably because I had been laughing about those Wooks all weekend) I just couldn't stop laughing about this scenario running through my head.
"The Wook, in a fit of wild aggression, seized the 37 hits in his paw and thrust it through his beard and down his throat hole. He felt the paper wad up & tumble into his thorax and grunted with pleasure. He stumbled his way to the rail, in front of Molitz, to experiment with space. Hours pass and the Wook is lost. After a particularly violent tag team from Combe and Molitz, the Wook is overcome with terror. He fell backwards into the people behind him, waving his arms to maintain balance. He spilled out of the crowd, barely able to keep upright, walking in a horizontal plane. Particle began a new song behind him, but the Wook was on a mission. Molitz's Moog had turned into a Samurai kitana and sliced his face into wedge-shaped lobes and he was going to die unless he seared the pieces back together. The Wook aimed fast & heavy for the fajita stand, rocket hot metal. He angrily shoved the poor cook aside and dropped his face right on the grate. The Wook stayed frozen for 30 seconds, people screaming all around him. Finally he snapped out of it, ripped his head off the grill and stumbled backwards. Instantly he realized that his sunglasses had melted & fused with the grill and the light from the parking lot was entering his eye caves. His face has sustained no damage, only emblazoned some fine grill marks into his facial hair shield. He nonetheless recoils in horror as the cobwebs & fossilized crustaceans in his eye sockets start to crumble and fall out. He scraped at the grill for his glasses but they were hopelessly stuck. He careened backwards and let out a primal howl, 'Errr AH Errr AH WAwumWAwum WaWaWaWaWaWaWaWa WAWAWAWA'"
Sunday
Rod woke me up at 10am and we began the packing process. We hung out for a bit to say our goodbyes and what have yous. We rolled out around noon and not even 30 minutes after we left I got a text from the J-man asking what was up with Springfest. We called some people still at the festival and apparently the owner of the campground got a wild hair up his ass, saw that Springfest attracted a ton of people, and demanded another $6,000 outside of the contract. The organizers saw through this and moved the rest of the shows to another venue in Muncie. I'm glad we left before the drama because it didn't mar our awesome weekend at Springfest. This little festival was exactly what I needed and perfectly kicked off Festival Season. If Wuhnurth happens at the Waterbowl I will certainly be back. This festival was a great success if you don't count the weather and the owners-- Springfest definitely kicked ass.
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