the high times article made me mad to read. with everything stacked against us in okc it was clearly up to us to make it a special gathering. our village was the shit this year. we had people walking through commenting on how baller our living room was, to which i thought YOU FUCKED UP if you didn't put effort into your campsite. home is important, you know? especially this year. kudos to shaman for the generator and fans, that was the shit. we maximized the shade and canopy/tarp set up too which definitely made home pretty tight.

*big motherfucking hoodoo! always worth seeing. he seemed the most confident and in his element this time. his dance moves gave me life. he had a guitarist on stge and announced this is the new chapter of hoodoo. every time i've seen him do passage live it gives me goosebumps, and this was no exception! this time he had blac on stage and it was fucking divine. i got no other way to explain it. i probably could have cried if i wasn't so dehydrated. 

*shaggy's solo set- my main issue was that it was on day 1, when everyone was exhausted from being up all night from the parking lot party. not to mention we'd battled the 113 heat index all day. i don't think anyone could have been prepared for that. celebrate live was a highlight for sure, but my favorite moment was shaggz "MOTHERFUCKER" banter. i was so amused that shaggy redid the celebrate woop's because it's the fucking gathering, gnomesayin? BRING THAT SHIT.

*shangri-la. this special moment i can hardly articulate. if you know, you know. it was beautifully dark, at times and then also completely enlightening. my words sound lame because it was so monumental. IT RAINS DIAMONDS NIGHTLY IN MY SHANGRI-LA LIT BRIGHTLY!!! walking away from their set in a hazy, glowing fog to cross thy bridge was ridiculous. how that bridge held up in the end defies all logic. 

*the glowing journey we embarked on to find the stage for alla xul elu was everything. i'll never forget the ninjas following behind us through the post-apocalyptic wasteland that was the dust forest  ("um so, welcome to OVER HERE") saying "you failed us" after we walked in circles, clearly lost. and then the dreaded SSB/BBS ONE MORE SONG that went on for 1928734 years. we thought axe would start at an moment but instead we were in this circle of OLE hell. mary, are we in purgatory? nope, this is hell. and side note, how about those slugs coming out of the portopotty. mike wrote about it and then we went on our porch to smoke a cig and saw like 7 REAL slugs on the rainy stairs. fucking weird. 

* visiting the main stage hours after the wraith was also magical. seeing all the confetti, smelling the diet root beer, assessing the carnage after it all died down......man, i'm glad we thought to go explore the aftermath.

*pepperoni rolls

*top notch fucking company! it was the shit to reunite with friends we hadn't seen since jday or last year's gathering. i felt more comfortable this year since i mostly knew what to expect after having one year under my belt. shaman, mary and dustin, adam and jc, scruffy and spl1t, fucking love you guys.

*new friends! chuckie boy (pizza plate blanket mofo, champion of minute naps) can you believe i found your girls' towel? i thought fa sho it wouldn't be the towel in question haha! you are a special human and i'm so glad you wandered through the chaos with us.

sazarah and maddie- endlessly grateful for letting us use your giant, tall person tent! that changed everything, methinks. you ladies RULE and i can't wait to see you again! 

hypnotized and mitchell king, it was great meeting you guys too. 

*what i love about gathering is you go with these ideas of who exactly you plan on seeing, but then once you're there, plans change usually for the better. we wanted to catch dandypunk but had enough stimuli back at the campsite. didn't see mayday like we planned either, but that was also totally okay.

*dustin's damn airhorn. i loved to love it and loved to hate it, respectfully.

*dabs n jaws on the water. you fucked up if you didn't check this out. 

*getting a ride with brad, one of the owners of lost lakes. dude was real as fuck. 

*icp seminar! people seemed salty that there wasn't any real NEWS but it was just cool as fuck to see them telling stories candidly, a few inches in front of us. i'm glad we made it down there this year because last year i was suffering from the heat (seems funny now, considering this year.) shaggz puffing on his ecig every five minutes. 

*motherfucking PROF! i felt like his set was over immediately, but i suppose that's what happens when you're enjoying something. it ends quickly. we will definitely make it a priority to see him live again. he really brought it before icp. CALL ME THE MAILMAN CUZ I COME EVERYDAY!

*i don't love all of lyte's new album but it's definitely got some good songs on it. the song with sugar slam is my favorite! i asked mike if it was her and he didn't think so, i'm glad to see i was right! it was cool seeing all of psy on the stage for part of his set.

*some of the most amusing moments were wandering around at night, seeing random shitty performances. we watched these guys rapping where the one guy was so far gone they turned his mic off. he had t-rex arms the whole time. it was fucking priceless. also! in the same vein, we saw baconomics try and start a chant that went like, "bacon! nomics! bacon! nomics!" only the nomics part was so damn quiet we lost our shit.

[edit:t-rex arms was t-ryde's hypeman. i hope there is video footage.]

*not seeing lynch was a bummer but it probably couldn't have topped how killer his set was on the strictly strange tour a few months back. 

*my eyelashes are still short and stubby on one side from lighting a certain someone's dumb short pipe at some ungodly hour, i'm just glad it wasn't worse. i could have done without the burning hair smell though.

*probably the biggest issue for us alcies was the bullshit 3.2% beer. it's hard enough trying to catch a buzz in extreme heat pounding beers back. thank satan for liquor, i guess. we'd never encountered percentage regulation before and for that reason alone i am ALL SET on okc.

i had a great fucking time and am still beamin'! the reality of being home hasn't quite sunk in, i'm still humming myself through my work grind. all the criticism of this year's gathering is frustrating to read because it was what you made it! and we made it fucking rule. i wouldn't really change much, to be honest.

also sidenote, a dishwasher at work learned where i was and told me the other day that he had front row tickets this year but had to sell them.......fucking LOL.

-spicy p

Also lol front row huh

deathmetaljuggalo said

the high times article made me mad to read. with everything stacked against us in okc it was clearly up to us to make it a special gathering. our village was the shit this year. we had people walking through commenting on how baller our living room was, to which i thought YOU FUCKED UP if you didn't put effort into your campsite. home is important, you know? especially this year. kudos to shaman for the generator and fans, that was the shit. we maximized the shade and canopy/tarp set up too which definitely made home pretty tight.

*big motherfucking hoodoo! always worth seeing. he seemed the most confident and in his element this time. his dance moves gave me life. he had a guitarist on stge and announced this is the new chapter of hoodoo. every time i've seen him do passage live it gives me goosebumps, and this was no exception! this time he had blac on stage and it was fucking divine. i got no other way to explain it. i probably could have cried if i wasn't so dehydrated. 

*shaggy's solo set- my main issue was that it was on day 1, when everyone was exhausted from being up all night from the parking lot party. not to mention we'd battled the 113 heat index all day. i don't think anyone could have been prepared for that. celebrate live was a highlight for sure, but my favorite moment was shaggz "MOTHERFUCKER" banter. i was so amused that shaggy redid the celebrate woop's because it's the fucking gathering, gnomesayin? BRING THAT SHIT.

*shangri-la. this special moment i can hardly articulate. if you know, you know. it was beautifully dark, at times and then also completely enlightening. my words sound lame because it was so monumental. IT RAINS DIAMONDS NIGHTLY IN MY SHANGRI-LA LIT BRIGHTLY!!! walking away from their set in a hazy, glowing fog to cross thy bridge was ridiculous. how that bridge held up in the end defies all logic. 

*the glowing journey we embarked on to find the stage for alla xul elu was everything. i'll never forget the ninjas following behind us through the post-apocalyptic wasteland that was the dust forest  ("um so, welcome to OVER HERE") saying "you failed us" after we walked in circles, clearly lost. and then the dreaded SSB/BBS ONE MORE SONG that went on for 1928734 years. we thought axe would start at an moment but instead we were in this circle of OLE hell. mary, are we in purgatory? nope, this is hell. and side note, how about those slugs coming out of the portopotty. mike wrote about it and then we went on our porch to smoke a cig and saw like 7 REAL slugs on the rainy stairs. fucking weird. 

* visiting the main stage hours after the wraith was also magical. seeing all the confetti, smelling the diet root beer, assessing the carnage after it all died down......man, i'm glad we thought to go explore the aftermath.

*pepperoni rolls

*top notch fucking company! it was the shit to reunite with friends we hadn't seen since jday or last year's gathering. i felt more comfortable this year since i mostly knew what to expect after having one year under my belt. shaman, mary and dustin, adam and jc, scruffy and spl1t, fucking love you guys.

*new friends! chuckie boy (pizza plate blanket mofo, champion of minute naps) can you believe i found your girls' towel? i thought fa sho it wouldn't be the towel in question haha! you are a special human and i'm so glad you wandered through the chaos with us.

sazarah and maddie- endlessly grateful for letting us use your giant, tall person tent! that changed everything, methinks. you ladies RULE and i can't wait to see you again! 

hypnotized and mitchell king, it was great meeting you guys too. 

*what i love about gathering is you go with these ideas of who exactly you plan on seeing, but then once you're there, plans change usually for the better. we wanted to catch dandypunk but had enough stimuli back at the campsite. didn't see mayday like we planned either, but that was also totally okay.

*dustin's damn airhorn. i loved to love it and loved to hate it, respectfully.

*dabs n jaws on the water. you fucked up if you didn't check this out. 

*getting a ride with brad, one of the owners of lost lakes. dude was real as fuck. 

*icp seminar! people seemed salty that there wasn't any real NEWS but it was just cool as fuck to see them telling stories candidly, a few inches in front of us. i'm glad we made it down there this year because last year i was suffering from the heat (seems funny now, considering this year.) shaggz puffing on his ecig every five minutes. 

*motherfucking PROF! i felt like his set was over immediately, but i suppose that's what happens when you're enjoying something. it ends quickly. we will definitely make it a priority to see him live again. he really brought it before icp. CALL ME THE MAILMAN CUZ I COME EVERYDAY!

*i don't love all of lyte's new album but it's definitely got some good songs on it. the song with sugar slam is my favorite! i asked mike if it was her and he didn't think so, i'm glad to see i was right! it was cool seeing all of psy on the stage for part of his set.

*some of the most amusing moments were wandering around at night, seeing random shitty performances. we watched these guys rapping where the one guy was so far gone they turned his mic off. he had t-rex arms the whole time. it was fucking priceless. also! in the same vein, we saw baconomics try and start a chant that went like, "bacon! nomics! bacon! nomics!" only the nomics part was so damn quiet we lost our shit.

[edit:t-rex arms was t-ryde's hypeman. i hope there is video footage.]

*not seeing lynch was a bummer but it probably couldn't have topped how killer his set was on the strictly strange tour a few months back. 

*my eyelashes are still short and stubby on one side from lighting a certain someone's dumb short pipe at some ungodly hour, i'm just glad it wasn't worse. i could have done without the burning hair smell though.

*probably the biggest issue for us alcies was the bullshit 3.2% beer. it's hard enough trying to catch a buzz in extreme heat pounding beers back. thank satan for liquor, i guess. we'd never encountered percentage regulation before and for that reason alone i am ALL SET on okc.

i had a great fucking time and am still beamin'! the reality of being home hasn't quite sunk in, i'm still humming myself through my work grind. all the criticism of this year's gathering is frustrating to read because it was what you made it! and we made it fucking rule. i wouldn't really change much, to be honest.

also sidenote, a dishwasher at work learned where i was and told me the other day that he had front row tickets this year but had to sell them.......fucking LOL.

 

-spicy p  

Yea you and dmj were definitely my highlights this year. I loved everybody, it jist seemed like anytime something ridiculous happened u guys were by my side lol. Much love to everyone. Im smiling ear to ear just thinking about shit right now lol

Pigg said
What if the village hosted "meet up massacres" for the whole gathering?

 

Like an event with food or games or something unique other crews don't do?

Village shirts could be made, and maybe Massacre shirts for sale?

Could we host more Jenga Bomb, @Scruffy? That was so much fun at DCG Con and I think it would help bring new people around if we tried it at the Gathering. By "we", I guess I mean you, since it's your creation. But I'm down to help out, as I'm sure others would be.

Maryonette said

Almost all of us totally jacked your canopy over the tent setup from last year, @cheshyr. That is an effective system.  

Aw!

While I'll take the compliment, I still gotta share it with The Juggalos.

All that shit I did (and if you recall, that was just what I could manage to bring up from my car! Cuz I had SO much more gidgets/gadgets left in the trunk!)... All 'that' came from what I call, "Gathered Knowledge".

Gathering Juggalos are some sporadically genius mafkas! Over the years, every time I see something "clever", I log it away. Like, little "life hacks" I would have NEVER thought of that solve so many Gathering related problems all at once!

Swiss Army Ninjas!

An' not for nuthin'... but my time spent on the burning hell that was "The Year of "The Line" at the 16th up on JCW Hill... didn't give me no small amount of education about how much the sun can hate on juggalos. Ain't havin' it!

"Gathering Harder" don't have to mean you can't make it plush. Only... sweaty-er.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4d0Ku_TpcW8