Another year, another Bonnaroo. Each June, Manchester, TN, gains 80,000 temporary citizens who wish they could live there year-round. There are some who think about the festival and plan for it year-round, counting down the months until they pack up the car, head to Tennessee, and live on The Farm for four days. There are plenty of first timers, unsure of what they’re getting themselves into. There are also hundreds of volunteers, employees, artists, musicians, writers, and photographers in attendance. All of these people are coming together in a field in Tennessee for an experience like no other. There are plenty of great music festivals out there, but there’s nothing quite like Bonnaroo.
Could this have been the best Bonnaroo ever? The folks at AC Entertainment and Superfly continue to make necessary tweaks to make the festival run like a smoothly oiled machine that just keeps getting better with time. The difference in the festival as a whole from the first time I attended eight years ago to today is immense, and all the changes have been for the better.
Photo by Amanda Koellner
The traffic, like last year, was reduced significantly from the ridiculous waits of previous years. The grounds were more open and beautiful than ever. The infamous ditch between the What & Which Stages was finally fixed. The cinema tent felt like a real theatre. The stages and comedy theatre seemed to run smoothly, even while dealing with various schedule changes. The Kalliope Stage was perfectly situated next to the Food Truck Oasis and provided a great place to eat and catch World Cup, NHL, and NBA finals games — plus, it gave ravers an extra place to dance into the morning. Even the weather cooperated for most of the weekend. The rain stayed away, aside from a few light drizzles, and the temperature remained relatively low all weekend with plenty of cloud coverage most days.
That’s not even mentioning the lineup, which was once again stellar in both depth and quality. The various Superjams held lots of surprises; Jack White put on a memorable headlining set; Skrillex did Skrillexy things until dawn (well, almost) and played three times across the weekend; the late-night lineups proved to be epic; and Elton John closed it all down with a massive sing-along. How can you top huge sing-alongs from Paul McCartney and Elton John in consecutive years? We’re not sure, but we can’t wait to see what’s in store for 2015. But before we look ahead to next year, let’s take a look back at the weekend that was, shall we?
Senior Staff Writer
Wisest Life Lessons
Hannibal Buress with Sasheer Zamata and Emily Heller
Photo by Ben Kaye
Thursday, Comedy Theatre – 7:00 p.m.
In my seven years attending festivals, I’d been to a comedy tent exactly once, and it was such an unsatisfying/frustrating experience I vowed never to attempt it again. But Hannibal Buress is really freaking funny, and a good laugh felt like the right way to start the weekend after 15 hours on the road. Thankfully, The Eric Andre Show star delivered, telling tales about how to live life his way. Whether letting his fly hang low (“I wear silver pants; I don’t care about pants rules.”), peeing his pants while on molly and dancing through it (“I’m wearing silver pants; what’d you expect?!”), or making large investments to avoid lending money, Buress shared his askew perspective on the norm to rollicking reactions from the packed tent. Still, his best bit had to be pointing out how many rap songs discuss morning erections. Seriously, everyone from Mystikal (“Woke up this morning/ Rocked up/ Dick hard like wolverine claws”) to Lil’ Wayne (“I woke up this morning, dick rock hard/ Dick harder than an armadilla”) has done it, and it’s a disturbing trend. Keep an ear out. –Ben Kaye
Most Unexpectedly Awesome Collaboration
Seasick Steve with John Paul Jones
Photo by Ben Kaye
Saturday, What Stage – 1:30 p.m.
I’m told Seasick Steve is rather famous over in England, but I hadn’t heard his name until Bonnaroo announced their lineup for the year. Attracted as much by the moniker as the boogie blues, it ended up being well worth rising early Saturday to catch the man’s mainstage-opening performance. He opened playing a single-string “diddley board” for “Diddley Bo” before bringing out “the bassist for the greatest rock n’ roll band of all time,” John Paul Jones. Apparently frequent collaborators, the strange pair make for a damn fine-sounding live show, with JPJ switching from bass to mandolin to lapsteel throughout the set. The former Led Zeppelin bassist remained humble on stage, continuously smiling at the joy of playing with his friend. Meanwhile, at 73 years old, Steve is a perfect subtle showman, strumming his homemade instruments and addressing the crowd in his soft drawl. He even pulled up a lady named Charlene from the crowd to sing her a love song (“Walkin’ Man”), and in a sweet way, not a creepy-old-man-hitting-on-me way. “This is how we do it in the South,” he told the crowd before wooing Charlene. “She’s from Canada, so she’s gonna learn a thing or two.” Consider me more educated, too. –Ben Kaye