Hey Class,
I'm back with more spewing of my own personal media experiences. Today I will enlighten you about the three day art and music festival that is Camp Bisco. In this case I will speak of Camp Bisco 8. Given It wasn't the most recent Bisco, but it was better than the most recent experience I had. I packed my Acura TSX to its brim the day before take off. Waiting for the next morning was like being a little kid waiting for his parents to wake up on Christmas morning. The anticipation was killing me. Finally I took off on my trip to Mariaville NY, only twenty minutes from my friends house in Albany. Once you arrive, it is a whole new world, filled with good loving people, and a whole bunch of crazies, all rallied together by the Hells Angels. It is total and complete freedom on an indian reservation, police have no jurisdiction in this area. The music and lazers began as I amsetting up my two room columbia tent.
The tent was raised, and it was time for the fun to begin. I met with more of my friends to help in setting up a massive tent community. I met at least ten people within my first hour there, one of which was going to be my girlfriend for the next four months. I had no idea. The first Disco Biscuits set came on, and we all rushed to the main-stage like a bunch of string puppets ready to bop and groove. It had only been a few hours and I could already tell this was going to be a highlight in my life. The music, the people, and just the vibes made my weekend close to perfect. Everyone had a great time, and when it came time to leave there were some tears and big hugs for friends who live far away. I returned home covered in paint from head to toe, and had no shoes left worth wearing. My mother was just happy to see me return home in one piece. I slept for about twenty four hours, and woke up to the old boring reality. I still had those memories and new friends to help me through every day, and to this day I keep in touch with nearly everyone of those friends (or festival family).
picture by Lucas Huggins
What a festival experience, Lucas.
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