I’m back from Summercamp 2005. It was amazing. Instead of totally boring you with any sort of straight up review, I’d like to address the aspects of Summercamp 2005 that might not have gotten the attention that it deserved. Or maybe the aspects that bugged the hell out of me. Whatever they may be, Summercamp in Chillicothe, IL was one damn good festival. The bathrooms were clean, and the walking distances were short. The band lineup seemed all too-good-to-be-true for Central Illinois, and this is now the fourth year this festival has brought such a powerful lineup. Compared to my other festival experiences and the few two-night Phish runs, I can say with all honesty that Summercamp was organized extremely well. Maybe it wouldn’t be too hard to organize a festival if promoters would just figure out that you can’t take that s*** out on the road, but I’m definitely not speaking from experience on that one…
To that guy that was blasting gansta rap last night…
Please stop. I’m a huge music fan, but music that loud that early in the morning is just lame. Could you please have some sort of respect for the other heads?
To that guy that kept yelling “SOMEONE PLAY SOME OLD SCHOOL JAAARY!”…
Dude, The Dead isn’t playing this festival. Go somewhere else.
To Umphrey’s McGee…
Thanks for the sweet afternoon set on Saturday. Too bad I missed the Friday night late set (see response below). Also, too bad that I didn’t have a LiveMusicBlog.com sticker to put on your bassist while he was catching Drop Q Sunday on the Sunshine Stage.
To the heads that cut in line on Friday morning while my friend Rob was waiting in line to get us tickets for Umphrey’s McGee…
I really have no excuses here. I could have gotten to the line earlier. I was tired, and I just wasn’t moving as quickly as I should have been. IRREGARDLESS, there were people cutting in line, and I think you suck if you did that. The only way that us carnies music fans can enjoy these festivals is if everyone follows the carny heady code.
To the others at the festival…
Thanks for leaving one of the best camping spots open for my friends and I to take. We had full visual and acoustic access to the Camping Stage, and boy did we see some cool bands. The Apollo Project. Reverend Payton’s Big Damn Band. Alan Vasquez. This allowed us to move to a groove from noon sharp every festival day, and it made for a great hangout area with many passerbys.
For all those moments that I’ve already forgotten, I will be sure and post them once my beer-soaked brain decides to remember them…
