Atomictumor

So, here we are.  Tomorrow I drive down to the Blueberry Farm for the great and mighty journey to Bonnaroo, and, par for the course, I’m ill-prepared.  I’ve been planning it out in my head a lot, but haven’t done a damn thing as far as prep EXCEPT for buying a hat and a pair of sunglasses.

Now, I have talked to Nodbob a good deal regarding things like food, location, camping, supplies, stuff like that, but I have yet to actually get this stuff together, or even come up with a formidable list of things that I need to bring.

I HAVE, however, found driving music.

The Rapture has rapidly become one of my favoritest bands, along with last week’s favoritest band, Wolfmother.  The former is like a crazy baby of Franz Ferdinand and Of Montreal hopped up on meth, and the latter is, well, Black Sabbath.  You dance to the Rapture, you kick ass and drink to Wolfmother.  They’re Australian, the latest in a long line of genetically modified Aussie ass kicking hard rockers that stretches back to AC/DC, and before, to the hard weirdo’s shipped out there by mother England way back when, the earliest version of Guantanamo.

Wolfmother, I was tickled to find out, will be kicking my sorry ass personally at Bonnaroo on Sunday afternoon.  My ass is probably going to be kicked by a lot of bands, tho.

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