Notes from mid-afternoon, Friday.
More than a music festival, Bonnaroo is a city-sized carnival teeming with music, people--and commerce.
From the press trailer--where I'm furiously writing to satisfy my time-conscious editor--the low end of Stephen Marley's bass is rumbling through the thin, woodgrain paneling. It's definitely hot but nothing like the 95-plus temps last week and a stiff breeze is helping keep the temperature down. On the horizon, a bank of dark clouds is bringing in what looks to be a good-sized rain storm. I'm trying not to imagine what this place will look like after a downpour.
Moments ago, from atop the Ferris wheel ($6), I got an eyeful of the entire Bonnaroo spread. An incredible sight, really.... 700 acres I hear... more than half of which is covered in tents and RVs.
At the wheel's peak, we could hear Adele wailing from "The Other Tent" while an aspiring singer (keep your day job) was belting out Steve Miller's "Joker" from the Karaoke Bay. The ride, a tip off
