Here I am once again, typing away in a musty press trailer and basking in the air-conditioning at Bonnaroo here in Machester, Tenn. While I laugh at my peasant friends who are currently sweltering in our cheap tents drinking equally cheap beer at 10 a.m., the joke's on me. I'm working. [Text by Andrew, most photos by Mike.]
Why? Who knows? Three years ago, in my lowly intern status here at Creative Loafing, I asked to cover this thing and, through the power of the PR machine, was granted a photo and media pass. I was, to put it lightly, a pig in shit. When the time came, I obsessively documented the festival via pictures and thousands of words of daily recaps and insights with my cohort-now-food-editor, Arielle Stevenson.
Through some masochistic sense of consistency and a strange fondness for this pleasurably depraved festival, I did the same thing again last year. And now, I've returned for a third round.
I'll break Bonnaroo down day by day with set recaps, mundane observations, and whatever else pours into this unwashed head of mine. Check it out after the jump.
This article appears in Jun 14-20, 2012.