Blogaroo

It has been almost a full week since coming back from Bonnaroo and cohesive thoughts are finally making their way back to the frontal lobes.

Four days of concerts, Spam sandwiches, heat, substances, dust, sleeplessness, hot dust, crowds, dusty heat, hippies, bastards in air conditioned R.Vs., a distinctly warm and particle-heavy atmosphere, lines, sweat, Canadians, dehydration (possible caused by heat and dust), and more fun than you can shake a dusty burning stick at.

I wont’t bore you with detail, mostly because a great many of them are forgotten or never really registered at the time, but I do recall truly enjoying these shows:

Rodrigo y Gabriela (who are coming to the 9:30 club at some point)

Galactic

The White Stripes

Hot Chip

Brazilian Girls

Medeski, Martin and Wood

Gillian Welsh

Manu Chao

Ween

Railroad Earth

Tool

And then there was The Police. While it was not the best show of the festival by a long shot, it was incredible to be able to witness an event that I had waited nearly twenty years for.

At this point, I should say a big hello to our ‘roo camping neighbors Joanna and Ken, whose foresight and shade-production skills quite possibly saved our lives. And they did their best not to look horrified by our shameful behavior. Happy St. Jean to the both of ya.

I could comment on the pictures posted here, but I think that most are self-explanatory. For more shots, go and visit Will’s blog at hereticatthegates.blogspot.com.

I promise to put up a Port-au-Prince update soon, until then, I’d love to hear from all of ya’ll.

Max

Off to the 'roo

Greetings and salutations,

I realize that it's been a while since I've written anything about Haiti. Well suck it up. I don't have much time for a long entry today, as I have to leave for the airport in less than an hour. So here are the basics: I'm fine, the weather's fine, the kidnappers are in hiding and the tap-taps are on strike. Also, a social life has improbably materialized, complete with friends, barbecues, happy hours, beach trips, debates with Canadian anarchists, performing arts events and, uh, more happy hours. So life is actually quite good here, particularly since the security situation has been improving dramatically and my work ethic hasn't.

That's about all for now. Enjoy the few pictures (I'm still having camera issues, so these come form my Azerbaijani buddy) and stay tuned as I plan on blogging from the wi-fi-enabled Bonnaroo festival.

'laterz,

Max

p.s.: No caption contest this week due to abismal participation in the last one. However, can somebody please reassure me that the whitish mark on the top of my head in the pool pic is not a sign of an oncoming baldspot? Thanks.