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Day Two of the Roo: Hanging out in the Dust

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Foster the People at the Which Stage

The majority of my day two of the Bonnaroo Music and Arts Festival consisted of my hands being in the air and the myriad of lights from the stage flashing over my face while listening to some of the best music.

Three of my favorite bands played, but I only really got to see and experience Foster the People, who is really all I cared about seeing for most of the festival. However, I managed to sit and listen to the Avett Brothers show for half an hour, and they put on a

The Avett Brothers playing at the main stage of Day 2.

great set. Had it not been for Mumford & Sons, I probably would have never fell in love with the Avett Brothers. I guess I did the whole hipster music scene in the wrong order.

I also got hear a little bit of the Ludacris show at This Tent, but the portion I heard was nothing but him singing Top 40 hits and none of his own music. More people showed out for him than I ever imagined, and the crowd went as far back as one of the vendor rows, which was impressive.The best show I saw all night by far was Foster the People with the atmosphere instantly changing as soon as the band played the first note. I cannot remember the exact order of the setlist, but they performed more of their popular hits from the Torches album like “Call It What You Want,” “Helena Beat,” “Warrant” and “Don’t Stop.”

By far the best song and stage performance came when the band began the opening notes to “Pumped Up Kicks,” which is the most popular song off the Torches album and a Top 40 hit. The crowd went crazy, and so did I. Confetti showered down us, and huge inflatables began popping up on the stage. Most if not all the crowd loudly sang the lyrics, making the concert even better.

Foster the People’s Mark Foster and Mark Pontius perform their song “Call It What You Want”

However, fans of Foster were also Raidohead fans. The final note of “Pumped Up Kicks” seemed to activate a massive herd of people all trying to reach the main stage to catch the set. Radiohead brought out thousands of fans, and there was no place to even sit or stand.

Trying to listen to them presented a challenge because of all the people, but I did learn a tidbit of news for all you Radiohead and Jack White fans.During the show, Radiohead gave out a huge thank you to Jack White, but wouldn’t tell us why. I am not sure what’s going on, but I’ve heard murmurs of a collaboration between the two from some of the die-hard fans that talked to me. We will just have to see.

I am not sure what is on tap for today. I hope to hear Alice Cooper and the Red Hot Chili Peppers. It’s going to be a good day ladies and gentlemen. There is too much music in my little town for it not to be.

Day 1 of Bonnaroo lets the smaller acts shine

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Waiting on Yelawolf to take the That Stage.

The moon is full, and the music is coming from all angles on a 700-acre farm in my hometown of Manchester, Tenn., where four days out of the year my town becomes the hub of one of the largest musical festivals in the world.

Bonnaroo got the party started tonight with a variety of smaller artists lighting up the tents and the smaller stages while all the festival-goers continued to trickle through the gates. As of late this afternoon, Bonnaroo finally sold out for the eleventh year of the festival.

Being a local, I highly anticipate this time of year. To kick the festival off, I found my way over to the This Tent to watch Yelawolf, a white rapper from Alabama. I had never heard of him until recently and knew only of his song “Let’s Roll” that featured Kid Rock.

Out of no disrespect to him, he wasn’t exactly on my see list. However, one of my friends raved on and on for weeks before Bonnaroo even started, and blared his music anytime we were together.

Before Yelawolf even took the stage, I heard a few songs from artist Danny Brown, who is rapper from Detroit, Mich. I had never heard of this performer, but that is the fun and part of the point of going to a music festival. I am not going to know every act or heard of every band, and I definitely enjoy getting to hear new music and maybe even becoming a fan if they suit my eclectic tastes.

Finally around 8:30, Yelawolf started to play, but I was so far back from the stage Yelwolf was nothing but a dot on a straight line. Being short has no advantages at Bonnaroo unless someone taller than you allows you to sit on their shoulders. Otherwise, you can only dance and listen from where you are standing.

In simple terms, Yelwolf put on a fun show. He burst music from different genres. Being a southern Alabama boy, I guess he couldn’t totally ignore his roots as he sang a little Johnny Cash and Lynyrd Skynyrd. What’s a good concert in the south without a few chords from “Freebird”? Yelawolf finally started playing his own beats again, but not before he contributed the rest of his show to the Beastie Boys.

The rest of my evening was tame as I listened to some mellow music by Soja at That Tent around 10 o’clock. I had only heard of Soja because this band occassionally popped up on my Pandora radio. They have grown on me in the past couple of months with their folksy, yet reggae sound to songs. Their newest album “Strength to Survive” is fairly good, and I got to hear some of their new music sitting on the wet grass with tons of other listeners.

Something about their music must have made people want to dance because all sorts of people were on their feet moving to the music. A couple of different girls asked my friends and I to dance. That’s another perk of Bonnaroo: everyone is so nice. I can’t say I danced the night away or anything, but I bobbed my head from my seat on the ground.

Tomorrow is what I cannot wait to hear. I’m not sure how I will be able to sit through nine hours of work. Between Feist, Foster the People and Radiohead back-to-back, I will be all over place listening to some of the best acts the line up has to offer.

Reflections and ramblings

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In attempt to just relax for a while after a five class day, I started looking through all my old blog entries. I was just curious. What was I thinking a year ago today? Did anything I imagine to happen actually happen? No, not really. We all have ideas, plans, and dreams. God changes can transform those plans, though. He does it everyday. Sometimes, it might not be what we consider for the better, but God’s way is always the right way.

Before Facebook decided to blow up and change today, I was enjoying the fact I could see what I posted a year ago today. Heck, I could see what I posted two or three years ago. I find it interesting, and I am generally amused by it more than anything. The statuses I posted seemed silly, or they do to me now. I find it odd that I worried about such little things. They were big things two years ago I suppose.

This big stuff in my life I posted about last year revolved around soccer and the Edge. I know I was working on my second issue for the newspaper, and I was probably freaking out over something that didn’t really matter in the long run.

According to Facebook I sounded like Jimmy Hoffa, and I remember that I got a signed copy of Ellen Hopkins book, Fallout. I was loving the fact that pumpkin spice lattes were here, which I am still obsessed with.

More importantly though according to my blog, I still loathed the thought of coming to MTSU. I hated it with every fiber of my being. I could never tell anyone why I never wanted to come here because I didn’t really have legitimate reason. I was like a fussy three year old throwing a tantrum about not getting my way. That’s how I was with the thought of going to MTSU. I wanted to God to let me go to college anywhere but there. I begged and pleaded, and with all my groveling I got an answer.

It just wasn’t the answer I wanted. Surprise, surprise, God placed me at MTSU, and I am blessed that I am here.

God surprises me all the time. I never thought I’d end up at MTSU and want to be here. I am in the right spot. I know that for certain. God wouldn’t be putting all these opportunities in my life if I was in the wrong place.

A lot of stuff in my life and other’s around me have drastically changed a year ago from today. People have come and gone. Some of the voids from the people that left I never think will be filled again. And maybe they won’t. I guess it’s all just an acceptance type deal.

I rarely try to make my blog like a journal. That’s not normally how I roll. Normally, I try to always write my blog with a purpose or some type of positive message. I always want my words to uplift others. I think that’s what God gives me the ability to write.

However, maybe God is trying to make me realize something with this ramble. Most of the time that is where God reveals himself to me. It’s always when I write. God reveals himself to us in numerous ways. But do we take the time to really listen or maybe even to reflect?

God can change the course of our lives in a year. He can basically the change course of our lives within a minute. It’s very humbling though to think about everything God has done for us in a year. But other than the fact that it’s humbling, it’s sometimes reassuring. If God came through once, he’ll always come through again. It might not  be what we want or what we envision our life to look like. It’s God’s way, though. God will always plan it just the right way.

Puzzle piecing my way through life

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I am starting my fourth week of college this week, and to be quite honest, I am not sure what I think of it. Yes, I do love it, and yes, I love the majority of my classes. I still wonder, though, where I fit in God’s big equation right now.

It’s more along the lines of strange being in a total new world than scary. I am not scared. I just don’t know where I am supposed to fit. I am kinda like a puzzle piece. One of those puzzle pieces that you really can’t tell what the image is, and you have no idea where it needs to be placed to complete the picture.

College feels like a jigsaw puzzle. I am scattered in with about 26,000 other pieces. My path has crossed with several of these so called pieces. I have met a multitude of new people. Some of which I believe are in my life for a reason. It’s a God thing that my life has intersected with some people. I think in the long run I’ll even become good friends with some of them.

Along with discovering new people, I have decided to find a church here in Murfreesboro. That is a potential terrifying though for a girl that has been at the same church her entire life. I will not lie. It is an earth shattering thought. Sorta. It’s just something I feel like God’s leading me to do. I am not sure where to go. God will lead me to the right place, though.

Right now though, all the big changes in my life have taken place. All the corner pieces and the boarder of the puzzle have been put in place. I feel like I am in the “now what” stage. I don’t really know where to go from here. I have no idea what this picture is going to make, nor do I know what is going to have next in my life.

I was listening to the alternative band Jimmy Eat World the today. One of my favorite lyrics by them has to be the line in “Big Casino” where they sing about “playing my little part in something big.”

I relate. I know I am playing my little part in something big. Little or huge I know my part is important; I just don’t know what is exactly. God puts the desires on our hearts for a reason. A friend and I recently discussed that the other day, and I can back up that thought with Psalm 37:4. I just don’t know the purpose of all the desires on my heart.

I am still sifting through millions of puzzle pieces to figure out this big picture. What does my first semester have in store? I have no clue. I can barely plan one day at a time without something out of the blue popping up.

Perhaps though, I shouldn’t be to worried about trying to piece together puzzle. I guess really and truly God is the ultimate puzzle piecer. Sooner or later, everything will fall together. I hope I will see what God has had in mind for me all along.

 

 

My MIA Identity

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I already lost my identity two hours into college. I thought I was doing good too. Everything in my room was put away for the most part. It actually looked good. And several people helped haul all of my stuff up to my dorm room.

I had a small problem though. I already lost my i.d. card.

I already lost the most important item that I’ll need while in college. It is practically my life on a small piece of plastic. It was my meal ticket, and I am pretty sure it is my access to my dorm building.

I knew had it when I was crowded in the elevator with five other very large boys who were nice enough to take all my stuff to my room. But from there it was lost.

After two hours of unloading and depositing all of my stuff in drawers, closets, and under my bed I felt great. Everything seemed like it was in place. All was right in the world and I was going to get to eat pollo con queso.

Except right as I locked my door to leave, I had this realization. My i.d. card was gone. No where to be found.

I freaked out. Okay, I more than freaked out. I had a small ultimatum. My right eye began twitching, and I could feel my panic level rising. I knew this wasn’t good. To me the world was ending.

Here I am supposed to be responsible and be able to keep up with all my stuff. Yet, I lost this most important item. I scoured the hallway, the stairwell, and my room.

Mom was determined that it was not lost. Just misplaced. I thought she was being ridiculous. Of course, it was lost. If I couldn’t find it might as well been as good as gone.

Thankfully, I had the  idea to go downstairs and see if it ended up there. Maybe I did indeed drop it, and someone was nice enough to turn it in.

I asked the nice guy behind the desk. I told him I lost my i.d. card. He cracked a smile but refrained from laughing. I asked if they had had any cards returned to them.

Luck isn’t normally on my side. I do things wrong all the time. Today, though, I was in luck. Maybe, God just felt like smiling upon me and thought I should be reunited with card. I am not sure. Nonetheless, I was reunited with my identity.

So among the chaos of today, I can already tell college is going to be an adventure. I am not sure what kind of adventure God has in store for me. I can only hope He doesn’t have me chase after my identity again.