Last year I flew from Montreal to Portland and got picked up by my friend's little brother and his stoner friends. They were my ride back to Portland but they weren't to thrilled to find out that we wouldve had to leave at 5AM on Tuesday morning for me to catch my flight. I told them i would look for another rise back. I put up a makeshift sign reading " need ride early Tuesday AM". Within an hour I had another ride lined up from a couple from Portland. On Tuesday morning sure enough we groggily got on the road at like 5:30. We got to some T intersection and I thought we had to go right but she turned left and I said are you sure this is the right way? And she responded oh yeah. Seeing as though they were from Portland i took their word for it and fell asleep. Maybe an hour and a half later i woke up and could tell the driver was nervous, frantically looking around etc. Finally she said, yeah we're going the wrong way. Keep in mind I had timed it to just make my flight as is. I was secretly super pissed but i could tell they were upset. She turned the car around and at numerous points was going 200 km/h (I'm Canadien), it was a rental. Anyway they ended up dropping me off at the airport 20 minutes before my flight was scheduled to leave and I somehow made my flight. The only downer is that I left my girlfriends camera in their car and we didn't exchange info. So if anyone knows Wally and Wendy tell them thanks for getting me to my flight and ask them if they have my camera
After stupidly getting kicked out for red wine in a Sprite bottle last year (I know, dumb.) and being only 20, a group of Canadians saw me hanging out depressed on that picnic bench outside the general store at the campgrounds asked me what was wrong, and did everything they could to help, including trading shirts so security wouldn't recognize me and trying to argue with the ticket-takers when my ticket showed that I had already entered once.
Canadians are the best.
Oh yeah and the infamous even of the saxophonist of King Khan and the Shrines putting his dick between his legs.
Also another entertaining moment in that same set. Mark Sultan (BBQ) joins them on stage for a King Khan and BBQ song and I yell out "BBQ!" and everyone around me looks at me as though there is something wrong with me. Good times.
Also, as entertaining as the couple was during the Decemberists set, was me trying to figure out for a good 10 minutes why everyone was looking away from the stage.
The guy's doing his thing and it's the part of the show where it's no longer music but just a guitar riff and occasional bass drum hits. I turn to my dad and go "this is great!" or something like that. He responds, "Look out!" and pulls me out of the way because I was about to be run over by a crazed Israeli man in a speedo and his hundred followers. Later, in an unrelated incident, I hugged a guy in a penguin suit.
Also, in 2008 I shook hands with the guy from the Hives.
Last year my girlfriend took a picture of Aziz Ansari when he was walking around, and he came up to us with Nick Thune and yelled "Hey fuckers, those are $5 each." So we hung out with them for the majority of the day until Aziz went off to the VIP tent with one of my girlfriends friends..until he found out she was 17..we didn't see him again after that.
Unrelated, but Aziz came to Charleston for his Thanksgiving break from filming/shooting/whatever else (he's an SC native) and was "trying his game" on a friend of mine (met her at Starbucks and took her out to dinner), then that night he did an improptu show at Charleston's super-tiny hipster bar then took my friend and me (not even that great friends with her, just used her for Aziz as horrible as that sounds) to a fancy bar and bought us drinks. That was pretty cool.
I realize this isn't a Sasquatch story, but just an Aziz story. For that I'm sorry. It more relates to Aziz's charm with the ladies.
Post by thedjbouti on Mar 22, 2010 21:37:53 GMT -8
Alright so I was in the pit near the front before TV on the Radio last year, behind this hefty dude with an NIN tattoo on the back of his neck, and freshly purchased NIN sunglasses. He started ripping tough on TVOTR, calling for them to not even play to make space for a huge NIN set, etc., and this hipstery dude next to me started hating on the man's beloved NIN, which led "NIN man" to give said hipster a shove. Pretty irked and no doubt having heard previous conversations, the hipster grabbed the fresh shades off the visage of the bewildered NIN fan, and hurled them into the crowd. Being there for TVOTR, and not having a huge passion for Trent Reznor, I had to stifle a chuckle or two when my NIN-worshipping neighbor turned to me and started lamenting the "hipster trash" present, and the fact that he had made the trip from Santa Barbara. May not be a crazy occurrence, but it sure is a fond memory.
A more ridiculous anecdote:
At approximately 2 AM on one of the mornings last year (Monday?), while my friends and I sat merrymaking around our campsite, a long-haried 30-something man popped up from seemingly nowhere and asked my group if we would like to see something. I said sure, and he produced a metal object from his pocket very quickly, at first I thought it was a gun, but he then proceeded to serenade my campsite with an eloquent cover of The Rolling Stones "Miss You" on his Harmonica, occasionally accompanied by falsetto vocals. He introduced himself as "Jess" and told us pretty much his life story in five minutes. His story concluded with "Well, that's it I guess... Shadoobles, man." When questioned about his terminology, he revealed he used to say "shadoobie," but he got tired of it and changed to "shadoobles." I'm wondering if anyone else encountered this wandering, harmonica-plying, life-sharing man-- who asked only for a beer in return for his entertainment.
I've got an interesting story from last year. So, I'm heading back to Premier from Regular camping, and it's really dark out. My friends had already left, I had no flashlight, phone or anything. I had a vague idea where my site was, but it was really dark. Anyways, when I got to the road dividing regular and premier there was this disheveled dude in a wheelchair. The wheelchair was covered in flags, decorations and other items. The guy had a scruffy beard and a trucker hat, he looked hammered and was saying "Doesn't anyone want to party with me?...anyone?" He made eye contact with me as I walked by, but I was far too tired/drunk to party anymore. It was quite possibly the strangest thing I encountered while I was there.