Guyute says...

...that I should really continue this Blog. So I have decided to pick up writing, I have a lot to catch up on, considering I am about a year behind. Sorry for the delay I have just been having so much fun. Organizing all this stuff looks like its going to be rather difficult...I believe I left off at Virgin Festival...More to come...

Night #3 - Grace Potter and the Nocturnals

This evening was far more special than the last three. My mother and her posse of ladies had all fallen in love with Grace Potter and the Nocturnals. My friend Stacy from Bonas also is a big Grace Potter fan, so we all planned to meet at the 8x10 for a snazzy Thursday night full of music. It was an exicting evening for the band, who is from Vermont, not only had the sold out the 8x10 but was also filming for their first full length DVD. This was my mother's second time seeing the band live, her first being familiar with their music. I knew that "Joey" was her favorite tune so I asked the Nocturnals' bassist Bryan Dondero to add it to their set list, five songs later, "by request" "Joey" was played for my mom. Grace Potter, Scott Tournet and Bryan all came over and shook my mother's hand. Pretty neat audience participation I must say.

Night #2 - Hot Buttered Rum Band

My pal Pat Gill is a big fan and personal friend of Hot Buttered Rum Band, who played Wednesday September 13th, 2006 at the 8x10 Club. He loves HBRB as hard as I love Tea Leaf Green. One who has found a band that they have so much in common with can appreciate when others express that same interest in a different band. Pat had spoken so highly of Hot Buttered that I couldn't refuse an evening of bluegrass. It was my first Hot Buttered show, I am truly not one for bluegrass too often, but there is something about HBRB that always sounds great.

Three Nights at the 8x10 - Night #1

A three night stand was an obvious choice when a trio of spectacular bands were rolling through the Baltimore area. On September 12th Perpetual Groove, a upbeat/transe band from Athens, Georgia kicked off the fun filled week. I rolled downtown after working all day, grabbed a beer at the bar and set up shop at the front of the stage. Not too long after I met Rusty. Rusty was a really chill character that was a big PGroove fan. He had been following them for a week and had seen a bunch of shows. We partied and danced while PGroove totally transformed the 300 person venue from a low key Tuesday evening stand-still to a hopping night club. The played one of their most popular jams Three Weeks. After the show, I stopped backstage said hello to Adam their bassist and then quickly bolted home to prepare for the following evening.

Rock, Reggae, Roots Festival - Philadelphia, PA 8/25/06

Five days after I left Sauce and the crew they had made their way south to Philadelphia. Mike and Ang were married, Sauce was a drunken mess, and the reception had barely ended for this bustling group of celebrators! Tea Leaf Green was categorized as the "rock" portion of the reggae festival that the Marley family promotes in major cities all over the United States. The purpose of the festival is to bring realization and knowledge to all sorts of communities of music, primarily reggae. This one day festival also highlights different genres that have an affect on reggae in different ways. My two hour commute to this festival stressful, I thought I wouldn't arrive in time. I made it 15 minutes before Tea Leaf Green took the stage, ironically, Sauce wasn't there yet. Unaware that I was his plus one on the guest list, I talked my way into the festival, swearing that I wasn't the kind of girl to cheat them out of money. I waited inside the festival for Sauce to arrive to large pier parking lot in Penn's Landing. The waterfront view was breath taking. Soon I heard a roar that could have only meant one thing, Sauce had arrived, in fine form, donning a wonderful yellow sweatband that would just make any girl melt. We grooved to the 45 minute set from Tea Leaf Green, a horrible tease for any dedicated fan. Afterwards, we enjoyed the rest of the eclectic festival. There were many different walks of life there, which made this festival by far one of the most enjoyable. We left the festival a little before close and grabbed cheese steaks on South Street (not too far from where the boys would play on New Years Eve). We piled back in my little Aveo and drove to a little after hours hot spot. Soon enough people were tired, dropping like flies, so Sauce and I drove to a friend's pad to crash. During the ride we experienced a horrendous hail storm at two in the morning. Terrified, we drove through, made it home safely and spent the night. The next morning we met up with the rest of the crew. Here we said our goodbyes. It will be over a month until I see Sauce again.

Tea Leaf Green - Milestones, Rochester, NY 08/20/06

We drove to Tatiana's apartment after spending half the day at Gathering of the Vibes, we got some pizza and relaxed for a few. We then continued our trip to Rochester. We pulled into the hotel, parked the car and chilled. We later walked to the venue which was right around the corner. It was an interesting place, a venue I hope the boys never have to play in again. It was half bar/half venue. It almost seemed like a restaurant that became a venue by sunset. The sound was mediocre and poor Swizzlers had no lights to play with. His fulfillment in the evening was turning on the disco ball. They boys rocked out though, and my pal Parker was there again, dancing like a fool. I was exhausted by this show, it was my last of this short tour. I sat with Sauce at the merch table, Josh came out after the show. I introduced Parker to Josh and they chatted, Parker looked thrilled. The venue closed and we left, Sauce and Josh took beers from "the Digger" in Josh's pillowcase. We staggered back to the hotel room and hung out until night's end. Then we cozied up and turned out the lights. The next morning we said our goodbyes and I drove back to Buffalo to see family. It was official my first Tea Leaf Green tour had ended.

Gathering of the Vibes '06

The next morning we left Buffalo and headed towards Gathering of the Vibes near Albany, NY, or so Sauce and I thought. After two hours of driving we realized we certainly had headed in the wrong direction. We pulled off in the middle of no where at a gas station; picked up road soadies, filled the tank and looked at a map. We hauled ass, we wanted our 5 hour road trip to be over. Ironically, we had left at the same time as the band, went two hours out of our way, and pulled in right behind them. We rolled into VIP sign in, got our passes and parked backstage. We got some dinner, some beers and went to snoop around. Sauce and I relaxed after a long ride, we met up with close friends of the band Kenny and Sharon and chilled at their luxurious camp site. Then, we went out to see Deep Banana Blackout; we were jamming when I randomly heard someone call my name from behind. Cathy Lapp, Dirty Dave and Cathy's best pal were standing right behind me in general admission. It was wild, I would later run into them at the late night Tea Leaf Green set, where they would jump fence in the middle of the show. Next on stage was Assembly of Dust, during this time we went backstage and got a ride from main stage to the other side of the field via golf cart. Here, the boy's equipment was loaded and set up on stage. I hung out on stage until sound check, taking in the scene. It was wild to be higher than everyone else and behind them, to watch the whole crowd groove together to AoD. Not long after Tea Leaf Green began their sound check two boys appeared, Charlie and Fred. They started asking me questions about the band, they wanted to meet them. So after chatting for a little I introduced them to Sauce and soon Ben Chambers, Bass, came out to meet them. The boys told Sauce and Ben about their horrible road trip dilemma on the way to the festival. A policeman pulled them over and gave them citations and took all their marijuana. Having had a similar experience Ben invited the two boys, both in high school and huge TLG fans, onto "the Digger" where the boys chatted with Josh, Trevor and Ben. Josh talked to the boys about guitars, how he plays and little tips. Trevor asked the boys what song they wanted to hear and they both agreed on Morning Sun, which was played early in the set. The energy of this late night show was amazing. Tons of people watching, listening, cheering the band on...this was by far one of the most enjoyable nights of summer. After the show Sauce and I went back to my car, collected items to set up camp and did just that. The next morning we woke up to Alan walking by, laughing at our private camp site, right in the middle of the concert venue..."have a nice sleep guys?". It began to rain and had gotten chilly, so we went back to my car where I slipped into some jeans and then walked around the festival, taking in the scene. We later went back to Kenny and Sharon's camp site where we drank wine and beer early in the morning and sat quietly next to their tent. We thought that Kenny and Sharon were sleeping, we were jealous, we wanted to sleep. An hour later the pair stroll in, laughing at their unexpected company. They then made us a luscious breakfast of bagels and locks, we sat and chatted for a couple hours until I forced Sauce to go see G. Love and the Special Sauce. Lets put it this way, Sauce used to like G. Love until he stage flirted with all the girls in the front row. Soon after we left Gathering of the Vibes and continued on.

Thursday in the Square - Tea Leaf Green, Buffalo, NY 8/17/06

My first return to Buffalo, NY since I had graduated from St. Bonaventure University in May. Normally, I wouldn't have made this trip but it was a special occasion. Sauce, who wasn't on tour during the summer, was flying to the East Coast for his friends', Mike and Ang's, wedding. We made plans to meet up in Buffalo, six months after we had met. I was excited. Tea Leaf Green was playing a free show for Thursdays in the Square which is a live concert series that the City of Buffalo puts forth to promote city entertainment. It was a great reunion of all kids. I met up with my pal Parker and Gak from SBU and got all set up for the show, we were enjoying our beers when Sauce came walking through with Mike, Ang, Tatiana and Fat Ass. We danced and had a great time as the boys opened for Donna the Buffalo. After their show my pal Jenny showed up just as we were piling onto "the Digger" and all got reacquainted. Sauce had surprised his lifelong pals, who were totally thrilled to see him. We went back to the hotel and partied, Josh and Ben were kind and let Sauce and I stay in their room, and so the romance began.

DMB at Randall's Island, NYC 8/6/06

This day is also known as the day I met Macky Macky. I had been in the city all weekend for my best pal's graduation/birthday celebration. I spent Friday and Saturday out in Breezy Point, Brooklyn partying on the beach, taking booze cruises around the Hudson and catching up with some of my closest college buddies. Right before I had left I realized that Dave Matthews was playing at Randall's Island the same weekend. My infamous partner in crime Kate Madigan and my other pal Nicole had already bought tickets to this one day fest. It sure was a jam packed day, Bela Fleck, David Gray, Slightly Stoopid, Dave Matthews Band and Tea Leaf Green. At this point in the summer I was broke, so I called a friend for a favor. I couldn't handle knowing that I would be in the same city at the same time as two of my best pals and my favorite band...so I did what any ordinary girl would do and tried to find a ticket. I called Sauce. Saturday afternoon I got a call. I was already half in the bag. Sauce confirmed that there was a ticket waiting for me at Will Call and I was in. Excited, I thanked him lots and called my girlfriends and arranged a meeting. The next day, Sunday, I took the subway all the way from Brooklyn to the closest stop to Randall's Island, which I forget. Then I took a bus which dropped me right at Will Call. I got in line, waited, and finally gave my name at the window, they didn't have my ticket. My dumb ass was in the wrong line and the lady informed me to go to "Artist's Guests" window, a mistake I would never make again in life. Everyone in line heard the lady at the window, then the murmuring started..."I wish I was a guest of a band." "we should hang with her." for some reason I was embarrassed. I grabbed my ticket and split, fast. After walking around the place for 20 minutes I finally found my posse. We sat on the grassy noels, passing time and giggling until Tea Leaf Green started the day off. It was Nicole's first TLG show, the poor thing had to put up with all of our antics - those who dig any band make it obvious, as did we and the gentleman behind us - Macky. The show was a great little dose of TLG, classic Moonshine, One Reason, Two Chairs and set closer and Jammy winning tune Taught To Be Proud. Afterwards I spoke to the guys, thanked them for my ticket...where Ben C proceeded to make fun of my rather horse voice. One would think I would have been embarrassed...but not in the least. The other bands played, it was fun, I ended up with a VIP bracelet which got me backstage for a little. I then split to go hang with my friends, we drank beers and ate pineapple with strangers in the parking lot. We later left, and ventured back to Nicole's pad, we got lost for hours. But nothing could hinder the perfect experience...all in all it was a fabulous day all thanks to Sauce.

Grace Potter and the Nocturnals at Artscape '06

This was a very special event for me. My mother, who is very hip and once booked Elton John and Loggings and Messina to play at University of Dayton in the early 70's, had about heard enough of my rock 'n roll adventures. So I had told her about hottie Grace Potter and the Nocturnals post All Good Festival. I assured her that this was a band she would enjoy and unlike my other favorites they were all rock 'n roll with a tinge of jam. On this exceptionally hot day in July, my mother and I went downtown and sat on the grass, drank microbrews and listened. Mom fell in love with Grace and the Nocts' music, afterwards we spoke to Grace, I bought Mom her CD "Nothing But The Water" and had Grace sign it. My mother listened to it often, eventually picking the tune "Joey" as her favorite. This story will become more substantial in September.

All Good Festival 2006

Very little planning went into this trip. It was a spur of the moment decision that transpired due to Dave Brogan's advice one month prior. Therefore, Kate Madigan drove from Connecticut to Maryland and I drove the following three hours to West Virginia. It was an interesting ride, the first road trip made in my new Chevrolet Aveo name Arthur. We had to take an unpaved stone road up to the lovely Marvin's Mountain Top where Arthur would sit for three days. We quickly set up camp, and relaxed. Cracked a couple of beers and waited for people to walk by we knew. All Good is by far my most favorite festival. Smaller than most, larger than some. Two stages, practically next to each other so you never miss a gig. The stage in relation to the mountain provides great sound, making this festival louder than most. All Good Festival also has great pizza that is open all night, its fabulous! Friday was an exceptional evening! I introduced Kate to Southern Culture on the Skids and the Bridge. She took to the Bridge more kindly. We squeezed through to third row during Ween, who by the way have the most intense fan base! Ween was a great surprise to both of us. The first time either of us had seen Ween live, I totally dug. Afterward, we grooved to Trey and the Duo. The interactions between Marco Benevento and Trey were so incredibly enjoyable to watch. Marco looked like he was having the time of his life, which made the vibe of the show and the crowd full of excitement! The Bridge, my hometown band from Baltimore, had a hard act to follow in Trey and the Duo but they did it! Blaring out Rosalita, Beat Box and Feel the Rhythm. Friday night ended with a typical late night set from the Disco Biscuits, where they also played Astronaut. Saturday surely wouldn't disappoint with ultra sexy bands like Tea Leaf Green, ALO and Grace Potter taking the stage. Any who, truth be told, I had ulterior motives that made going to this festival an easy choice, I mean besides Trey and Ween of course. Four months earlier my pal Kate and I went to see Tea Leaf Green at the Town Ballroom in Buffalo, New York. It was our first TLG show and we had quite the experience. We happened to meet the illusive Sauce who tour closer. We kindly agreed since we had been partying all evening and certainly were unable to drive the two hours back to St. Bonaventure safely. Long story short, I hung out with Sauce all evening into the wee hours of the morning laughing. That morning they flew back to San Fransisco and we drove back to SBU. Tea Leaf Green was playing at All Good so I decided to make a sign to get his attention. The sign did not get Sauce's attention because he wasn't there, but the boys in the band noticed, and Pineapple their sound engineer took my picture, word got back to Sauce and the rest there is history. Right after their show I ran into Betty, a groovy lady I had also met at the Buffalo show. She told us about Josh Clark's "Guitarmaggedon" at the Rope-a-Dope Stage with Steve from ALO and DJ Logic. We staggered over to that show, where Josh and I met up for a hot second before he took the stage. Afterwards, Betty, Pete (Betty's pal) and myself went for a little beer run. Kate went to see Galactic and the three of us went on an adventure. We happened to run into Trevor Garrod and this dredded chic Shara (who later would become a very good friend of mine) with whom we chatted and carried on. That evening ended with raging sets from the Black Crowes and Robert Randolph, followed by a late night set from The Greyboy Allstars. Early the next morning we bolted, leaving the lovely Marvin's Mountain Top and all its fabulous memories behind, including a piece of my car in a ditch that two trusting hippies said I could drive over... We capped the weekend off with a luscious stop at Panera that quickly made the memory of all the Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches disappear.

6/19/06 Animal Liberation Orchestra

A Monday night show after a long weekend in Tennesee accompanied by my best pal Kate Madigan. We went down to the show, which was excellent. The boys played such jams as "Do You Like My Pecs", "Bar-B-Q" and "Walls of Jericho". Afterwards, the drummer, Dave Brogan, myself and Kate went to Thirsty Dogs for some beverages. We spoke of upcoming festivals, dating on the road, and cigarettes.

Bonnaroo '06

The adventure of Bonnaroo started when my pal Mike asked me to go with him while on a road trip to see Ratdog. Now, at the time Mike was a fancy business man and I was still a penniless college senior. He offered to purchase my ticket, as I promised to pay him back (Mike I still haven't forgotten!!!) . Any who, months later I got my gorgeous ticket in the mail, and two weeks later a large navy blue van arrived in front of my home at 3:30 in the morning. Out of the van pops some of my most favorite people in the world! Mike, who had driven the whole way from Boston, Mass, Matt and Steve who managed to polish off all the beer for the weekend on the ride down, and Amanda, Steve's gal pal. After throwing my crap in the back, I sat shotgun and supported my pal Mike as he drove the rest of the way to Tennessee. Most people complain about the trip to Bonnaroo, that it takes forever to get inside, the location of camping sites and setup. For us, the perfect weekend started out just that way. We pulled right into the check point, where we waited five minutes, and was flagged to Camp Zoolander. Camp Zoo is located right behind the ferris wheel for those who are unfamiliar, prime camping spot. We quickly set up, by we I mean the boys, and then sat down and relaxed until the music started. It was hot, but no one minded, we were about to embark on four days of musical and recreational paradise. It was around this time that we met Turtle, a man who I would later learn a lot from. Turtle had a mecca of a camp site, with every amenity. Turtle was an eccentric character, we became fast friends. Later in the week he would wake me with wonderful breakfast selections like French Toast. Mike was pretty beat, so he took the first night easy, but Matt and I stopped at nothing to start having a good time right away. We scalped his extra ticket then decided to go snoop around the grounds to get acquainted. We stumbled onto Tortured Soul, we dug the sound and jumped in with two feet. The end of the night came and we went back to the camp site, I believe. The next morning it began all over again. We started with Gordo and Ramble Dove which I left early to go camp out for some Oysterhead love, this is the first time I got separated from my pals and certainly would not be the last. But I met some cool cats at Oysterhead. The dynamics between Trey and Lester were incredible, they literally controlled the tempo of the crowd, which was massive. They played on the "What Stage" which is the big guy.I remember looking back and seeing the crowd extend for about a mile behind me. I was probably 50 rows back from the stage, and I literally watched as at least 40, 000 people grooved the same together. I then met up with my pal Parker who took me to see Giant Panda Rat Something (whom I would later run into months later while on tour with Tea Leaf Green) and we partied to them while listening to predictable but lovable Tom Petty in the background. The next adventure was one that had been planned with my younger pals for months. We promised each other we would meet up at Disco Biscuits at Bonnaroo. We did, I ran into them around the 11th row during the Pink Floyd collaboration...at this point I stopped at nothing to get up front. By Astronaut I was jamming front row, with a new pal whose phone number I have listed as Bisco Roo Boy. We had fun, later Marc Brownstein gave me his guitar pick and murmured some words to me...no idea what though. After this show I was in for the long haul, I went to the disco and danced... Attempted to find my camp site and failed, two kind people picked me up and drove me around for awhile until we all gave up. I left them and started walking. Hours later, long after sunrise I found my home, my friends were waking up as i fell asleep and unfortunately, I missed Grace Potter on Saturday morning. I hankered about 3 hours of sleep, woke and ran to Elvis Costello just in time for his anti-Bush/anti-war segment of his set. It was awesome. While the crowds bustled about I snuck through to snag a spot for Beck. I managed to get third row for the Beck show and a chair to stand on! I was on top of the world...what a brilliant show that was, a wonderful sketch was shown with his marionettes that had the whole crowd laughing. Beck's show was high energy with special effects, water glass playing and even mascot costumes...and who could forget his hype man, he worked the hardest of them all! Then came Radiohead, which was historic considering how many American shows they play...I met a nice boy at the Lemonade stand, and three really annoying girls the one I am convinced stole a possession of mine...she had red hair. Radiohead was pretty transcendental...out there for sure, I stood further in the back to take in the light show, I was told that was one of the best parts of the show. They had two large screens that separated all the guys and morphed them in and out of each other, very brain-boggling. After Radiohead I got lost again. I called my friends, they tried to help me, but there was nothing they could do. I was confused, it was dark and I was alone. I camped out in front of what I thought would be Super Jam, it wasn't. Luckily, my friends are used to my relatedness and found me and took me to the right place. We partied at SuperJam until the end, Matt got his Phish dose that he needed, he said he felt like he was back in time. He was all excited and no longer tired so we went to DJ Sasha...where we danced the night away. Sunday, the final day, was finally upon us. I was dirty, so were my friends. We got up early to go see Matisyahu at the Sonic Stage, it was pouring down rain. Matis, as I like to call him, sang a Hisidic blessing. By song's end the rain had stopped and he was taking questions, someone shouted "whats your favorite cereal?" and he replied with "Cocoa Krispies". After this show my pals went back to the tent and I headed for Brother's Past. I got there just in time for Simple Gift of Man. After I headed to the main stage for Bela Fleck I took a snooze and listened. After I ran into my pal Parker there and we chilled through moe.. I later ran into Matt, we listened to Phil Lesh until we got the call that it was time to leave. We trekked back to the site, Camp Zoolander was looking a lot less crowded and lively for the first time since Friday. We piled in, I fell asleep, I woke up 20 miles from my home. That's Bonnaroo in a nutshell. This is taken from www.sullystravels.com you can also see pictures from Bonnaroo here. 6/20/06 - Bonnaroo Festival It was 7 pm on a Wednesday and most people were heading home from work. The six of us had a 15-passenger van that was painted and filled with all kinds of goodies – guitars, tents, beer, food – and were not heading home from work. Nor were we heading to work the next day. We were heading 1200 miles and 20 hours south to Manchester, Tennessee, to watch over 100 bands play music for four days in one of America’s new biggest festivals. We were headed to Bonnaroo. We drove straight through to Maryland where we picked up our friend Jess at the convenient hour of 3 am on Thursday. Already Mike had driven almost 9 hours but we were barely halfway through this one. We could tell we were getting close, though. Not because the sun was beginning to rise and reveal different southern landscapes, but because the amount of cars passing and honking at us began to increase. Everyone was enjoying our van that had painted musicians on its sides. About 4 pm on Thursday, we were in the venue and setting up camp in a blistering heat, already grimy and tired from the ride down. It was time to settle down, grill up some food, crack a cold one and meet the neighbors. Across from us sat a young couple that would keep to themselves the rest of the weekend. They’d cook their food together, sit together, talk to each other, indeed, just stay together with each other all weekend. That’s all they wanted to do and everyone let them do it, although occasionally they’d look over at us and laugh out our idiocy. To our right, however, revealed a different story. John and “Turtle” were “festival roadies.” They had just come from a previous tour in the Carolinas and were off to another one after this. Since they’d been constantly touring, they had plenty of stories, especially Turtle, who looked like a 30-year-old Frank Zappa. Turtle was quite the wise sage when it came to festivals. Indeed, this is why he had purchased a cheap pair of $9 Velcro sneakers. “Why spend any more when I’m just gonna ruin em, man?” he so elegantly put. “These are my official concert shoes, man.” Yes, Turtle was wise with festivals, but not much else it seemed. “I can’t drive at night anymore because I’ve done too many drugs and it messes with my head, man,” he told us. Then he began to explain how he’d only drive at night with his hazards on because it looked cool blinking. I began to see some formation of how one gets the nickname “Turtle” in my head. There were people from all walks of life here – all states, all countries, all generations, in all shapes and sizes. Indeed, before the week was through, I’d meet people from all over the country and beyond. There was the humble couple from Minnesota; there were the two crazy guys from England; there were the old-timer New Yorkers who had flown and rented a car; there were people from Chicago, California, Ohio, Maine, Arizona, Canada; there was the guy from Texas who kept everyone hydrated during Radiohead by constantly spraying his water bottle; there was the beautiful blonde from Norway. There were babies and there were grandparents. There were high school students and college students. There were hippies and there were yuppies. There were Hasidic Jews and Evangelical Christians. There was everybody. Yet everyone was ready to get down and get into the only thing that can bring everybody together: some damn good music. The music started playing Thursday night and didn’t stop until Phil Lesh’s “Box of Rain” encore late Sunday night. In between laid a bit of everything. There truly was something for everybody. On one stage they’d have good ‘ole American rocker Elvis Costello while rap group Cypress Hill jammed out on another. Bonnie Raitt would play her slide on one stage while Moe. would jam out on the main stage. On Saturday I managed to cover my widest range of genres yet, starting with a scoop of vanilla ice cream with Swedish avant-garde group Dungen. Then over to the main stage for a scoop of New Orleans’ based Neville Brothers followed with a nice caramel sauce topping of Beck (my favorite). After that, I topped it off with the cherry and Radiohead, the night’s headliner. But then I grabbed another helping with legendary Dr. John and Nighttripper. After that and still hungry, I continued stuffing my fat face with Trey Anastasio and Mike Gordon of Phish as they jammed out with the Grateful Dead’s own Phil Lesh during the SuperJam. And then….it was time to cap it all off with some house music and Europe’s famous DJ Sasha. And then, still hungry… I passed out because it was 6 am and my legs were about to fall off. After four days of non-stop music, it was time to go. Much to my dismay, a supposed real world lay beyond these trees that sheltered 80,000 of us in from the rest of the world on a farm in the middle of Nowhere, Tennessee. For me, though, this only marks the beginning of my journey. In less than a week I embark upon my “real” journey through Latin America. While time seemed to seep by a few months ago as I awaited to depart, now it seems to have leaped as my departure is already here. I leave on Friday. I know what I leave behind. But I don’t know what I’m about to discover.

Purpose

Hello- As you can read from my profile, my name is Jessica. I am an aspiring videographer. Upon graduating from St. Bonaventure University I decided that I wanted to seriously film musicians, primarily those who rock. There are many people out there who want to do the same, and from what I have experienced I can understand why. Honestly, many of the kindest people I know are those I have met on the road. The reputation of music really rings true, in the sense, that those who follow music are kind hearted souls. Anyways, the reason for beginning this stream of posts, really, is to share my stories. People close to me are always saying I should post my tales so they can follow my travels. So following in the steps of my great pal Matthew "Light Sully, Navillus" Sullivan and Pete Townshend (who made me realize blogging was brilliant) I will share with you the experiences I have while galavanting around the United States filming or seeing music. Unfortunatly, I have started this a little late, so I will quickly update those who are interested on all trips post graduation, May 2006.