Bonnaroo 2010, Part 1: Thursday

Let me paint a picture for you: it's at Friday 7:10 a.m., you're sleeping in your tent, face buried in an air mattress. The sun is screaming at you to wake up or suffocate. You went to bed three hours ago while hardcore techno music throbbed in the distance. You consumed about ten beers the day before -- that's a low ballpark estimate -- and you're already sweating profusely. You smell the way you feel. Read More...