This is a follow-up to my brief review of Camp Bisco that appears in this week's issue. First read that over here, then read this over here.
300 words is hardly enough to wrap what essentially amounted to 63
straight hours of music. Because the bands I labeled standouts in my TJI
deserve more rub than the single sentence of praise I was able to
CAMP BISCO is truly one of a kind. I mean sure, you can no longer take 10 steps from your front door without bumping into an EDM festival.
And jam band festivals have existed since the beginning of time (lest
you forget, the inaugural Bonnaroo featured Widespread Panic and Phish's
Trey Anastasio as headliners).
This isn't real life.While
this rather tired adage can be used to describe many a pleasantry, it
can probably be best applied to music festivals: two to four days of eschewing
responsibility; hordes of bands you give a shit about; Class A to Z drugs
at every turn; probably the only situation other than holing up in your
bedroom for a weekend in which hygiene doesn't much matter.
this would be deserving of a "SSIA" but my God, look at this video.
Yes, that video above which makes it seem like I'm about to embark on
the most extreme weekend of my life. The one that's only about
27-minutes and three screaming Juggalos shy of doubling as one of those Gathering infomercials that we here in the Phoenix office will never, ever