- Gathering Of The Vibes
Every year I see the ads for ‘Gathering of the Vibes” and every year I get a sick feeling knowing the hippyfest is in my state. I plan to escape and I refuse to go west of New Haven for fear the scent of unwashed humans and patchouli will kill me like napalm.
This years incense scented event will take place July 21- July 24 at Seaside Park in lovely Bridgeport. For those of you unfamiliar Bridgeport has a great zoo and a great gang population willing to bust a cap in your ass for pocket change. The streets are not covered in diamonds that’s actually broken glass from shattered car windows and if you’re taking the ferry to Long Island head down low and clutch your wallet.
So I say bring on the damn hippies and stay awhile!
But wait this Phil Lesh Grateful Dead inspired fun fest has totally jaw dropped face palmed me this year. Why?
Oh don’t worry bands like Moe and Levon Helms, Toots and They Maytalls will be there for your shroom ingesting pleasure,
But…
so will Elvis Costello and the Imposter’s
Dear God,
What did you do to my angry young man? OK you let him age and become a dad and you let his hair go down the drain and you let his metabolism slow and NOW YOU STOLE HIS COOL! I fear I will have to stop attending mass. The Atheists are right, a real God would never allow this. That’s it I want my collection envelopes back
Love,
hel.
This is far too much for me to tolerate. This makes no damn sense. Perry Ferrell of Janes Addiction (whens the last time they did anything since ‘Got Caught Stealin’ anyway?) is a weirdo so he can show up anywhere and no big deal, but Costello?
Shoot me now.