As the traffic came closer and closer soon enough we had entered BONNAROO. Now for you who don’t know, its ok, but BONNAROO was the only festival to ever come close to what WOODSTOCK originally was. Not the ’94 and ’99 tragedy to music, and the disgrace to the name WOODSTOCK. WOOSTOCK ’99 was the […] Continue reading →

by Nicole Poirier So maybe I should have been born earlier. Hypnotized. Eyes of Kaleidoscopes. Tie-dyed bandanas around my forehead, beads in my hair, and flowers engraved on my skin. When anything goes, and you are not judged for stepping on your pants, wearing shredded shirts, and no bra to boot I’d wear my hair […] Continue reading →