I’m heading off tomorrow to Bonnaroo, invited by the very fine all-gal bluegrass band Uncle Earl, who I’ve so often mentioned. They’ve offered me an all-access pass to work as their “documentarian”, covering their first big attendance at Bonnaroo. Hopefully not the last. I’m headed out with Mike Boland and Bradley Foster Smith, two great friends from college as well as the two male actors from my thesis film “Super 7″, who just happen to have stopped in Boulder, CO for a few days on a cross-country roadtrip, Los Angeles to New York and eventually Vermont. In a massive piece of convenience, I’m hopping in their van as my transportation across the U.S. to Tennessee for Bonnaroo. Mike’s got tickets, and it was the next stop on the trip. We’ll be heading straight thru to TN, without stopping, all night across the United States, followed by a brief rest at my mom’s house in TN, before heading the rest of the way down to Manchester, TN.
The van we’re travelling in, is as funny as any other part of this trip, centrally because it only has two seats, meaning the third passenger seat is jerry-rigged out of either the cooler or a bean bag chair. Should be an adventure. A former Holiday Inn shuttle van from somewhere Georgia. I don’t even know where. We are ready to rock. I’ve never been to a big multi-day music festival before. It should prove to be hilarious. You can quote me on that.