Easy, breezy and beautiful is probably the least original, but most effective way to describe my first six hours at Bonnaroo so far. There was no traffic on the drive down, no hassles checking in for press credentials and assembling my tent under the scorching hot sun was at least 1/10th the hassle I expected.
Though I've been here in the two years previous, I still apparently wasn't quite prepared for the sensory overload that resulted upon walking from backstage smack-dab into a swarming sea of sun-kissed, half naked individuals streaming through a playground of corporate-sponsored interactive attractions, various vendors and other commercially viable sideshows simmering under the heat.
The only band I've caught so far is Canadian twin sister singer-songwriter duo Tegan and Sara. I'll be honest in saying I groaned a little when the Scene put this on my schedule. I did a review of their first record many years ago—of which I wasn't a fan—and haven't quite found a reason to give them a second chance. I showed up to find I was most definitely the lone hater in a crowd that could barely contain themselves waiting for the band to set up. A predictably booming applause erupted once they were on stage, and I'm not too proud to say that it only took a song or three before I myself was digging it too.
While some identical twins have some weird, secret language between them no one else can understand, Tegan Quin and her sister rock some impressive psychically adjoined harmonies that had more scantily clad, doo-rag sporting females playing air guitar than I've ever seen in one place. When they weren't alternating between indie-folk jams and synth-laden power pop, they were spending a whole lot of time bantering between songs. When they weren't dispensing childhood memories of growing up in Calgary, we got musings on the NKOTB reunion, a frightening description of what Sara looks like naked and many many bitches and moans about the heat.
Fortunately for the band and everyone here, the heat was fleeting. Halfway through their set, a wave of clouds and a mighty sweet breeze swooped in and improved conditions up in this piece exponentially.
As of now, the weather isn't just pleasant, it's damn near perfect. Unfortunately, these ominous clouds also carry a looming and impending threat of severe thundershowers. It's kind of like that guy in prison who protects you and keeps you from getting ass-raped, but you know at any moment, he just might turn around and make you his bitch.
So here's to gray skies and dry ground, folks.