What are your best TBF memories?

[Hippie]

I brought a beautiful friend of mine to fest one year as she was going through a really nasty divorce. We were hangin in camp and I had just put a wonderful grass fed top sirloin roast (about 7 pounds) on to cook.Theresa was giving massage,  Gillian Welch was on stage, and the weather was amazing. She got about three notes into White Rabbit when I realized what was going on, my beautiful companion brought me a chair and a bottle of wine. I sat down on the fence line and listened to Alice when she was ten feet tall.

My life has not been the same since that day.

 

 Listening to: Wake the Dead - Blue Light Cheap Hotel

[Courtney]

I really have so many, but since I was 16 my music loving sister had turned me on to Jean Luc Ponty, Stanley Clarke and Bela Fleck (never all at once).  I was so excited to see them all.  So when they got up on the stage, or it might have been when Bela was invited back during the evening - I was in awe, far back from the stage, but in awe.   It’s important to know it was dark out by this point. My friend Kim, an avid concert goer, said “Go up to the front!”.  I get nervous in big crowds so I shied away.  She grabbed my hand and zeroed in – bee-lining it to the stage.  I followed in her wake, people a little surprised by the movement looked at me with slight annoyed shock, I looked at them at said “I lost my contacts”.  I’m still laughing.  You have to know it was wall to wall people and no chance in hell of finding a folding chair, let alone contact lens.

I liked serving Rum Balls and having my fingers licked.  That’s up there with the top ten.  I love giving toe jobs to the reluctant TJ virgin and seeing their pride after all is said and done.  At night, wandering from camp to camp, then when I brought the man boys back to my den for snacks or something, in their altered state, one looked straight into my eyes and said in a slow slightly enlightened way “you’re gorgeous.”  Yeah, I liked that too.  To the stranger who comforted my tears in the steamboat tent, thank you.

I love the festival, I love the music, but it always seems there is so much more.  Maybe my real favorite is you.  (you know who you are, because we’ve met)


 Listening to: I've just seen a face...

[Ron N Deb]

Courtney ...its just amazing to me how year after year , seems like there is always a life
enlighten event that happens to all off us

My 2nd or 3rd year in town park 93/94, 3 days before I was to leave I was Diagnosed
with type 2 diabetes . I had brought a redheaded GF <1st mistake>...anyway I had met a kind hearted gentlemen my the name of Mac  played a hell of a hermonica !
anyway just being on the new meds and stuff I ended up losing my eyesight to the point I couldnt see clearly or read and the redheaded she monster was no help.
I had sat down with Mac , angry mad confused at what was happing to me , Mac was also type 2 ...he explained what was happening to me and what to expect ..
Just made it easier to deal with ..and of course got in with the rest of the camp Fishbone ...Mac passed away a couple of years ago ...he surcumbed to a hard life lived
To my Friend Mac ....your still with your Family in Telluride
Salud

 

[its1620]

 of course I have alot of great memories at Tropical Tuesday but they all seem to run together 


 Listening to: Tom Petty

[TellurideTom]

of course I have alot of great memories at Tropical Tuesday but they all seem to run together 

After Tropical Tuesdays I tend to forget everything..... except that I was there.
 

[Hooch]

Well, it's not a "Best" memory, but I think every veteran festivarian remembers the feeling every year after the festival is over, you are driving away, and look and see the mountains and Bear Creek Falls in the rear-view mirror.  It is profoundly sad, yet only because of the great memories.  And then, once you accept the inevitable, one thought creeps into your head that you grab hold of..."Only 361 days until FESTIVAL!!!"

[its1620]

Well, it's not a "Best" memory, but I think every veteran festivarian remembers the feeling every year after the festival is over, you are driving away, and look and see the mountains and Bear Creek Falls in the rear-view mirror.  It is profoundly sad, yet only because of the great memories.  And then, once you accept the inevitable, one thought creeps into your head that you grab hold of..."Only 361 days until FESTIVAL!!!"

TESTICLE!!!!

 Listening to: nothing

[SteamboatPaul]

Well, it's not a "Best" memory, but I think every veteran festivarian remembers the feeling every year after the festival is over, you are driving away, and look and see the mountains and Bear Creek Falls in the rear-view mirror.  It is profoundly sad, yet only because of the great memories.  And then, once you accept the inevitable, one thought creeps into your head that you grab hold of..."Only 361 days until FESTIVAL!!!"

TESTICLE!!!!

VESTIBULE!!!!

[Monkeygirl]

I've BEEN to TestyFesty!!  And there are NO pictures.

xoxo MG

 Listening to: Dear Mr. President - Pink & Indigo Girls

[Ron N Deb]

Yo Hooch isnt funny when your First see the falls driving into town with tears in your eyes , and leaving with the falls in your review mirror ...with tears in your eyes ...

what a bunch of Saps we are !

[ilovethelorax]

This little June trip we all take fills me up each year with so much it's hard to know where to start.
Let's see...in no particular order:
- double rainbow into beautiful mountains while beautiful emmy lou sang
- becoming engaged to my long time love and festivarian partner during Jesse Winchester
- susan and bonnie and angel
- the light on the mountains at sunset last year and the incredible sense of well being that accompanied it
- realizing my son had a thing for Jerry Douglas two and half months before being born
-driving up canyon wishing to run into friends from chicago we'd met and camped with the year before and realizing they were in the truck immeadiately behind us
- reconnecting with our far flung festival family
- discovering a very special and sentimental piece of my jewlery had been returned to lost and found
- watching my son develop his own true love of the magic the music in those mountains with those people is
- the boomchicks and unchained melody
- meeting and being hugged by the amazing and warm xavier rudd
- sarah, jack and byron and all visiting and the kick ass music in camp that lets me drift off to music every night
- Roger's reading to send us off for another year
- the excitment that wells up around this time of year knowing we get to do it all again soon

and on and on and on....

 Listening to: mr. bryon sutton

[Ron N Deb]

Amen Kym !

[itsRick]

I've BEEN to TestyFesty!!  And there are NO pictures.

xoxo MG

none your aware of
have you checked out the video they produce each year???

 Listening to: the Waifs

[Monkeygirl]

Whoa Rick... Look at the time of your post!! 

I hope you made a wish!!

xoxo MG

P.S.  For anyone to point any kind of lens at me at an event like that, I would have had to be doing something I would never do in those kind of surroundings! 

 

 Listening to: Down To the River

[its1620]

This little June trip we all take fills me up each year with so much it's hard to know where to start.
Let's see...in no particular order:
- double rainbow into beautiful mountains while beautiful emmy lou sang
- becoming engaged to my long time love and festivarian partner during Jesse Winchester
- susan and bonnie and angel
- the light on the mountains at sunset last year and the incredible sense of well being that accompanied it
- realizing my son had a thing for Jerry Douglas two and half months before being born
-driving up canyon wishing to run into friends from chicago we'd met and camped with the year before and realizing they were in the truck immeadiately behind us
- reconnecting with our far flung festival family
- discovering a very special and sentimental piece of my jewlery had been returned to lost and found
- watching my son develop his own true love of the magic the music in those mountains with those people is
- the boomchicks and unchained melody
- meeting and being hugged by the amazing and warm xavier rudd
- sarah, jack and byron and all visiting and the kick ass music in camp that lets me drift off to music every night
- Roger's reading to send us off for another year
- the excitment that wells up around this time of year knowing we get to do it all again soon

and on and on and on....

SWEET!!!!

 Listening to: NPR