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.
My first Sasquatch (2008) we were camping in the general campground and our group got split up and lost for most of the night. Eventually everyone found the tent pretty late in the night and were just getting to sleep (probably around 3 am) when we heard a couple walking by arguing loudly.
The girl was saying things like "you always fuck shit up" and "your always fuck me over" to which the guy replied "what have I done to you today?" this was followed by the girl yelling "YOU CHIPPED MY FUCKING TOOTH YOU MOTHER FUCKER".
My entire tent erupted laughing at that point and in the morning our camp as well as many of the others in the area were quoting the couple, and "YOU CHIPPED MY FUCKING TOOTH YOU MOTHER FUCKER" became the catch phrase for the rest weekend.
In Vancouver, there are a couple of guys that do the green man thing at Canucks games. They sit beside the opposing teams penaly box, and mock them every time they are in there... It's fantastic! They're local heros!!!
I just remembered this tidbit from my first (mushroom filled) Sasquatch in 2006. On Monday morning, we were pre-drinking and eating mushrooms with a neighbor. At about 1pm we decided it was time to stumble down to the show, but I could not find my ticket anywhere!
After 20 minutes of searching everywhere and swearing at myself for being such a fucking idiot, the most amazing thing happened. A guy calls over to me and says : "Hey dude, is this yours?" He was pointing at a ticket sitting in the middle of the road.
He could have sold it, he could have done a lot of things, but he was decent...
And that's why I love Sasquatch... and especially that random guy... whoever he was!
Last Edit: Mar 24, 2010 22:49:22 GMT -8 by emptyfox