Where do I begin?

I haven't posted in awhile (seriously?) To be honest, I forgot I still had a blog.

I'm writing this from home, good ole Michigan, because after emptying the dishwasher today, I am out of things to do. Not a whole lot going on here in MI. I'm headed up to Michigan State this evening to partake in their Welcome Week festivities (i.e. drinking more than anyone ever should). Rosso is having a party this evening which promises to be quite rowdy and full of Camp Bisco memories.

Ahh, yes, Camp Bisco VI. Once again, where do I begin? 4 months of anticiptation leading up to the weekend of great music (bands that rock, bands that go untz, and the majority which do both). Not to mention great company (South Jersey crew, North Jersey crew, East Lansing crew, TCNJ crew), far too many laughs and wonderful anecdotes to share. Combined with a weekend of unparalleled intoxication, it was everything I could have hoped for. Even though the weather was terrible (cold/windy/rainy one night, even colder but not windy or wet the next night), we powered through and enjoyed ourselves.

The first day's music started at about 6 PM. When we set up camp at noon, we started drinking so that we'd be in great shape by 6. Naturally, during that time, we stumbled upon some other party favors to get us through the night/weekend. Delicious. That night was a lot of fun, Umphrey's played a good set including a new song of theirs, Wizard Burial Ground, which was top notch. The biscuits played a short set just to get things started, and the most interesting act of that evening was DEFINITELY Infected Mushroom. I watched from the campsite, which was such a good location that you could fully enjoy a show from it. Infected Mushroom was INSANE. Angry, thrashed-out, dark trance. It was the closest thing to a rave I have ever witnessed, and it was awesome. We were "assaulted by Jew-techno" for about 90 minutes (IM is from Israel, and they made sure to flash the star of David on the lightboard to the beat of the music - untz untz untz). I'll be seeing them in Boston on September 7th as well, can't wait.

Friday and Saturday were a blur; the proximity of our campsite to the music was just amazing. Being able to come back and recharge/rest between every set was one aspect that made this the best festival I've been to. Bonnaroo last year was awesome, but I think Camp this year trumped it. Some of the highlights were: a surprise biscuits afternoon set on Friday, because one of the band-members for that time slot was caught in traffic (Simon Posford). I really enjoyed the Indobox, a band my friend Tim promotes in Boston. They've come a long way, and I'm sure Tim is happy to not be promoting a band that sucks. I heard some great things about a couple of acts I missed in the afternoon (in the name of drinking), and then STS9's PA set, Hallucinogen in Dub and the Biscuits (with Shpongle at set-break).

During the Biscuits' first set Friday, there was a sudden white squall with gale-force winds that ripped banners off the stage and destroyed several campsites and tents. Somehow ours was left standing. Dunn had the quote of the evening when this storm was in full force and we were standing at 4 corners of our shade-shelter, holding it in place, "Maybe God really does frown upon festivals like this." Maybe, Dunn. Anyway, we survived the storm, enjoyed a 2nd set, and by that point I was so cold and wet, I couldn't do it. I went back to my car because the tent was wet, to find Rosso and Kyle sitting in the front seat sharing a sleeping bag, shivering. I crawled into the back seat and slept in such an awkward position that I think I did permanent damage to my spinal cord. However, it turns out I didn't miss much in terms of latenight action that evening.. with the exception of Future Rock from 3-4 AM, which I sort of hate myself for missing.

Saturday.. Oh, Saturday. Saturday was a little chilly in the morning, but we fixed that by polishing off a bag of Sangria in about 15 minutes. Followed by some of the worst mixed drinks I've ever had involving Popov, Rite-Aid brand pineapple soda, and red bull. Gross. Music was good Saturday, STS9 had a great set, and I made it through the latenight acts only to fall asleep in my car at about 5 AM. Psylab was very cool, it just sucks that the curfew disabled them from having the music too loud after 2 AM. If you're trying to stay up dancing until 4 AM, the music needs to be loud.

The next morning, we woke up, took down camp, said our goodbyes, I shed a few man-tears, and Kyle and I hit the road back to Boston. I did laundry immediately upon getting back, and then fell asleep fully clothed at 7 PM and slept for 15 hours. I hope Camp VII is back at the same place next year, because I definitely have to go again.

With that, I must now prepare myself to go to East Lansing. Tonight is going to be ridiculous. Just pray that I call you, whoever you are, because I'm sure I'll have lots of fun things to say. I doubt drunk-dialing will happen tonight, though, it's not a habit of mine.

Look for me tomorrow night at the Tigers v. Yankees game, I'll be right behind home plate, broadcasting my ginger hair all across America.

Until next time, folks, keep it real.