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Day three of ‘Roo concludes with Cooper show

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Alice Cooper playing in That Tent on Day 3.

I found myself on a music high leaving That Tent at 2 a.m. after watching a 63-year-old Alice Cooper jam on stage to some of the best classic rock at the Bonnaroo Music and Arts Festival.

Being raised on vinyl records of all the greats like The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Journey and Bob Seger, I fell in love with Alice Cooper at an early age. I consider him to be one of the artists that jump-started other popular genres we have now such as alternative, punk and metal. How can you not respect a guy like that?

The crowd for Alice became massive, and for once being short had its advantages. After much begging and finding my way in front of all the tall people, I found my way in the fourth row. I could see Alice’s face paint, and apparently he was up to his old tricks.

Alice and his doll.

Recently I read an article that the first 20 rows would find themselves covered in blood. Thankfully, Alice didn’t bite the heads off of anything, and I came away blood free. However, he did come out with a gigantic snake, a life-sized doll and what looked to be a massive zombie.

For such an old man, he could definitely rock. Lots of people in the crowd were older, and an older man beside me started to cry during one of his slower songs. Alice had a larger fan base than I anticipated.

Toward the end of the set, he threw his dancing cane off stage, and I had my hand but a bigger guy took it away. Being little in the pit doesn’t always have the best advantages.

Before Alice’s performance, the Red Hot Chili Peppers came on at 10:00 on the main stage. I’ve always like the Chili Peppers, but I am no die-hard fan by any means. They did play two of my favorites “Dani California” and “Californication” which made my evening even more incredible.

For me there was a music lull before the evening really began, so the same friend that dragged me out to see Yelawolf made me go watch Puscifer. Of all the songs to play before an alternative rock show, salsa music continued to blare through the That Tent speakers before they performed at 5 p.m. Puscifer didn’t come on stage until 5:30, making them a half an hour late.

I never like waiting on music, and I am sure I am not the only one. While this band was totally unfamiliar to me, I know one of their

The Alice Cooper looking zombie.

members is from Tool, who I liked in the past. Puscifer didn’t leave the best impression. I even fell asleep on the grass during the set. Perhaps I should start listening to Puscifer on nights I feel restless.

Today is going to be rainy day at the Roo. While my community needs rain in the worst way, no one likes a muddy farm with 80,000 plus people. The fourth day is always my least favorite, but I have to go hear the Beach Boys. For me, it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity considering I don’t know how many more tours this oldies band is going to have.

2011 Highlights

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There are only six more days until the year 2011 concludes. As usual, the old cliché of “where did the time go?” is on my mind. Because in all seriousness, where did it go? This time last year I was tuning the strings on my new Johnson guitar, and my only responsibilities consisted of nothing except finishing out the rest of my senior year.

Now, life is full of all sorts of responsibilities. College is a completely different world than high school. My life transformed, and it doesn’t seem real that only six measly months ago that I graduated high school in front 3,000 of my closest friends.

The year 2011 hasn’t been a piece of cake. Transiting wasn’t as effortless as I thought. Graduation itself was actually fast, and the last months of high school are all a blur of friends, breezing through homework, and tying up loose ends.

Here’s the highlight reel of 2011. The 12 highlights of the year thus far.

January: Snow days. Two simple words. The white fluffy fun visited Tennessee with a furry leaving me with one option: to play. I had some of the most fun with my best friends sledding down the snow-covered terrain and ramming into thorny bushes. I came away with snow burn and bruises. But hey, what’s a little pain?

February: Not that it will ever really matter, but I got into the top ten percent of my class. I got the 20th spot, too. It will never matter again in my life, and no one except maybe all the other people who snagged a spot will care. I guess it was just one of those accomplishments that will only potentially be remembered at my class reunion ten years from now.

March: The good–learning my newspaper was number one in the state. It was one of the best feelings of my senior year. It definitely is in the top five moments. The bad–the person who loved me, spoiled me through endless pots of macaroni and cheese, and was on my side no matter how wrong I was, passed away. And, I still miss her to this day.

April: What a blur. I did the prom thing. I finished up all my high school duties. In reality, I didn’t do a whole bunch of anything. Maybe that’s why it was significant.

May: I graduated with all the sashes I ever want. I didn’t fall in front of a very large crowd. I celebrated my 18th birthday with my friends. May came and went with much ease, not to mention a lot of goodbyes.

June: I’ll never forget walking on those cracked streets in the Memphis heat as I went door to door picking up children for bible club. Their faces are etched in my mind, and their stories are woven in my heart. I would do anything for those kids. I will go back to serve there one day. I just don’t know when.

July: Like Spongebob, I went stepping on the beach and watched the ocean waves crash on the shore. It’s always my favorite part of the summer. My mom and I always tease that we could be at the beach in eight hours when we feel like running away. One of those days, it will happen. No, I am not joking.

August: I finally left the little town that I have known all my life. It’s not like I went very far either, just thirty miles up the road. Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to go further away. Nonetheless, I found myself walking the sidewalks of MTSU not knowing my place among all the people. Maybe I never will.

September: Only eight days after my first article published in my college paper, I managed to wind up with cover story. It landed in my lap. It was a God-thing, serendipity, an accident. I don’t really know what to call it, but it happened. I wrote the cover on an upcoming band that toured to our campus. It was the biggest story I’d ever done, and I got the entire band to sign my copy of the paper backstage before their performance.

October: Every girl deserves one perfect day out of this 365 day of the year, right? I don’t know what it was, but I had the perfect day in this month. My best guy friend from Bryan College came to visit. I managed to get all the work I needed to do that day, and I went with one my new good friends to an awesome worship service. I had the best interview of my life, and it was just an incredible day.

November: Two things: All Time Low concert and Thanksgiving Outreach. I finally got to see the band I had dreamed of seeing for the past four years. I had the best mosh pitting experience, and I held the lead guitarist’s hand (even if it was for just five seconds). I delivered meals to people who needed them, and I got to share the love of Christ. And of course, I couldn’t have a good adventure without getting lost along the way now could I?

December: This month is finally coming to a close. I finished my first semester of college. I got promoted to associate news editor of my college paper. I successfully lived on my own, and now I am back in my small, little town with all the same people. Christmas came and went. The wrapping paper is torn and already thrown away. I watched two of my new friends get baptized, and I had the blessing of helping with Operation Christmas Child. What more could I ask for?

As I ring in the New Year with my several friends in a week, I wonder what the new year holds. There’s no telling what God can do.

Ice storms and grits

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Southern girls eat grits.

After my local weather station declared ice was headed our way I could only think of one thing: grits. In fact the combination of grits and ice takes me back. Way back 12 years ago to 1998. Yes, I was indeed five. However, that does not mean I don’t vividly remember what took place.

Two days before Christmas in 1998, ice showered down upon my Tennessee world causing it to be a true winter wonderland. Just not the kind you want to sing about. We had no power. No TV. No stove. No nothing.  I remember not wanting to leave on our gas logs in fear of burning Santa Claus as he came down the chimney.

That frigid Christmas morning came and went and somehow Santa came to my house despite us leaving the fire to keep us warm. I was truly kicking Christmas in a Lauren Ingalls Wilder style. Well, I doubt Laura Ingalls had the new Barbie horse stable and carriage, but still. I had no electricity, and my outside world was icy and cold.

However, I don’t remember being bored, but I do remember eating grits. Lots and lots of grits. Generators were the item to have at your house. Thankfully, my grandmother’s friend down the hill had one. Over the course of those five days without power, we would I guess you could say hang out at her house for awhile.

To keep me entertained, those pair of grandmothers did one thing: feed me. And bowl after bowl of grits I ate. I don’t even recall remotely liking them at all before then, but I am pretty sure I went through a whole box of the jumbo sized Quaker grits.  I am sure they would have actually fed me something else  if I asked. Perhaps even a good bowl of mac and cheese but no. I requested grits. And only grits. Why? I am not sure. But this five year old southern child definitely had her fair share.

Thankfully, I wasn’t just reduced to eating grits for the rest of my Christmas break. Once the ice melted and the electric company finally reached the middle of nowhere, our power got turned back. My parents were stripping tobacco while I utilized the big TV in the living room. It’s not everyday the kindergartner gets the big screen to herself.  It was about time I finally got to watch the VHS movie I had been waiting for days to see. Goodbye Laura Ingalls Wilder, hello Madeline. My small world returned to normal, but one thing didn’t change. My love of grits. In fact, writing this has caused me to be hungry. I may go have a bowl right now before the ice hits.