After spending an ungodly amount of time driving and tailgate partying, I was more than enthused to crawl onto my foam mattress for some shut eye. From 4 a.m. until 10 a.m., I sunk heavily into an ocean of REM sleep.
If the sun was acting as my alarm clock, then the snooze setting was buried deep within my tummy. During our travels, I hadn’t eaten much that wasn’t Little Debbie or other gas station junk food.
My stomach told me quickly that I needed to go out and do what my ancestors did everyday: hunt for some pulled pork sandwiches. So, I made my way up the trails and found a food stand with promises of barbecue, bourbon street chicken and smothered fries.
As soon as my body felt the nourishment of the sandwich, I was back in the land of the living. Although, it was kind of hard to tell with all the people painted up like zombies around me.
What I find to be most fascinating about The Gathering of the Juggalos is both the official and unofficial entertainment. While I was enjoying my sandwich, I looked up and managed to see a guy in a wheelchair getting lap dances from various professional dancers. Apparently, one of the vendors brought a pole, a stage, some girls and a wheelchair. Anyone who bought a shirt also received a free dance. That’s real value if you ask me. I never receive that kind of treatment when buying clothing in Dallas.
After eating lunch, I swung by the public showers, but upon seeing the line, two words came spilling out of my mouth: “Fuck that.” Hopefully, I will eventually get to clean myself off.
The afternoon was filled with music, music and even more music. I started off by the Carousel Stage and caught “Fifty Shades of Snuff,” which is the name of Lyrical Snuff Poetry (LSP) — a gorehop label that features Dallas’ own hip-hop hero, CLAAS, along with Liquid Assassin and various other performers.
While snapping some shots, I was approached by a roadie for Neurotic November. He was looking for some weed. I gave him directions to a sign posted outside of a tent promising weed for $40 an eighth. You can’t beat that price in Texas.
After the afternoon festivities came to a close, the Big Top stage managed to attract most of the Juggalos. When Big Hoodoo went on, the audience moved to the front and kept growing throughout Kotton Mouth Kings, Anybody Killa, Hopsin, and swelled to capacity by the time Tech N9ne performed.
Cannabis, breasts and odd outfits were plentiful.
What I learned from the Gathering of the Juggalos on Day 2:
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Fuzzy leggings are all the rage with Juggallettes. Now, I am not going to pretend that it is hotter here than in Dallas ... but it i still too hot to wear anything fuzzy. However, I can’t count how many women have been wearing them out here. Some are rainbow colored, dark black or blood red. All of them look terribly uncomfortable in the sun.
Punk rockers will sneak into anything. When I was in high school, I went to see ICP play in my hometown. I remember my mohawked, punk rocker friends snuck into the show. Fast forward 20 years, and I overhear a girl with short, blue, spikey hair talking about sneaking in as she hand rolls her own cigarettes.
Juggalos really love the music that is played out here. Maybe I am a little too critical, but I don’t actually like much music. Therefore, watching a lot of groups that I am unfamiliar with can be trying. But these music fans are rabid and infectious. Watching a lesser-known show like “Fifty Shades of Snuff” was even more interesting when I noticed how many people in the audience were singing along.
Day 3 is starting and I have much whoop to do.