Coventry 2004
Newport State Airport
Coventry, Vermont
August 14, 2004
SET I: Walls of the Cave > Runaway Jim > Gotta Jibboo, You Enjoy Myself,
Sample in a Jar, Axilla, Poor Heart, Run Like an Antelope, Fire
SET II: AC/DC Bag > 46 Days, Halley's Comet >
Ya Mar, David Bowie, Character Zero
SET III: Twist > The Wedge, Stash > Free, Guyute, Drowned > Jam, Friday
ENCORE: Harry Hood
August 15, 2004
SET I: Mike's Song > I am Hydrogen > Weekapaug Groove, Anything But Me,
Reba, Carini, Chalkdust Torture > Possum, Wolfman's Brother > Jam, Taste
SET II: Down with Disease, Wading in the Velvet Sea,
Glide, Split Open and Melt > Ghost
SET III: Fast Enough For You, Seven Below, Simple, Piper >
Bruno > Dickie Scotland, Wilson, Slave to the Traffic Light
ENCORE: The Curain With
(1) Before daparting for Vermont, Josh and I crashed overnight at Andy's place in New York. Forced to wait around for him to get off work from his job managing a congressional campaign, we took out our frustrations on the yard signs.
(2) After Andy got off work, we picked up Dustin and were on our way. Josh and I, having driven all the way up from Baltimore, claimed our rightful spots up front. Andy and Dustpan sat in the back with all the gear.
(3) Somewhere on the way to Vermont the gang managed to look rather chipper. We had no idea, however, that hell awaited us in the Green Mountain State.
(4) Heavy rains from Hurricane Bonnie had made their way up north and saturated the campgrounds at the airport. Faced with immeasurable amounts of mud, security couldn't seem to get in all the cars. The result was one of the worst traffic jams in the history of mankind. Eighty-thousand fans pouring in from all over the country forced us to sit there for over twelve hours.
(5) Phish's bassist, Mike Gordon, came on the radio and told people on the main freeway to turn away and go home. As we had decided to take an alternate route away from I-91, we were assured that we could still get in... eventually. The Bunny served as a constant source of information as to what was being done in order for the concert to actually happen.
(6) Those who were stuck on I-91 (and told to turn around and go home) decided to just abandon their cars along the shoulder of the highway and walk... close to 20 miles! Finally on the airport's access road, the scene behind us was right out of Field of Dreams. If you build it they will come.
(7) We finally made it into the airport and were handed a map for the weekend. Our parking plot was Zorba in the farthest, upper-right corner. It was a long, muddy walk to the concert area, but we were happy just to be off the road.
(8) A view of Zorba from the most privacy to be found in all of Coventry. We're somewhere down there in that mess of cars and tents.
(9) Woodchips helped with the mud, but there was really no escaping it. Having set up our tents and readied ourselved for the evening, we trudged on through with throngs of fans for the first of six sets over two days.
(10) Finally. Music. Though we missed the first two songs and were forced to stand way at the back, it was an amazing feeling to look out upon those lush hills beyond the stage while listening to some great tunes. The first night (and especially the second set) was terrific, but we were all pretty beat. There would be no partying until the wee hours... only sleep.
(11) The next morning, we were all feeling a little better - at least well enough for a game of Trivial Pursuit.
(12) Whatever you do... take care of your shoes.
(13) Clearly, the mud was becoming more and more of a problem. We decided, then, to pack up our gear and drive the car over to the day-parking lot ouside the campground. Our plan was to just get away from the airport as quickly as possible when the show let out at the end of the night, and find some random motel along the freeway. There was simply no way that we were going to compete with the concert traffic madness the following morning.
(14) Ahhhhhhhh. Day-parking.
(15) The main parking lot (or runway) strip at a show is often called Shakedown Street. Here, you can purchase everything from t-shirts to veggie burritos to hand-crafted glassware.
(16) Our real-estate was much better on Day 2.
(17) Even with all the sunlight, there was no escaping the mud.
(18) Glowstick Wars - I dig the lights, but I sort of hate the concept. I just don't see how musicians can fully concentrate when things are being thrown at them. However, the fans seemed to turn it up a notch for Coventry, lighting up the sky but avoiding the stage. It really was quite a spectacular event.
(19) After fireworks and the end of an era, we hiked back to our car and drove away from the Airport. It only took about an hour to get to I-91, where we cruised south until we found a motel with a vacancy. Several other fans had the same idea, and the management seemed a little startled by a bunch of crusty, muddy kids wandering around the halls. We slept well into the next morning and made our way back home.
(20) The Final Bow.
The Pure Life (Home)
Coventry, Vermont
August 14, 2004
SET I: Walls of the Cave > Runaway Jim > Gotta Jibboo, You Enjoy Myself,
Sample in a Jar, Axilla, Poor Heart, Run Like an Antelope, Fire
SET II: AC/DC Bag > 46 Days, Halley's Comet >
Ya Mar, David Bowie, Character Zero
SET III: Twist > The Wedge, Stash > Free, Guyute, Drowned > Jam, Friday
ENCORE: Harry Hood
August 15, 2004
SET I: Mike's Song > I am Hydrogen > Weekapaug Groove, Anything But Me,
Reba, Carini, Chalkdust Torture > Possum, Wolfman's Brother > Jam, Taste
SET II: Down with Disease, Wading in the Velvet Sea,
Glide, Split Open and Melt > Ghost
SET III: Fast Enough For You, Seven Below, Simple, Piper >
Bruno > Dickie Scotland, Wilson, Slave to the Traffic Light
ENCORE: The Curain With
(1) Before daparting for Vermont, Josh and I crashed overnight at Andy's place in New York. Forced to wait around for him to get off work from his job managing a congressional campaign, we took out our frustrations on the yard signs.
(2) After Andy got off work, we picked up Dustin and were on our way. Josh and I, having driven all the way up from Baltimore, claimed our rightful spots up front. Andy and Dustpan sat in the back with all the gear.
(3) Somewhere on the way to Vermont the gang managed to look rather chipper. We had no idea, however, that hell awaited us in the Green Mountain State.
(4) Heavy rains from Hurricane Bonnie had made their way up north and saturated the campgrounds at the airport. Faced with immeasurable amounts of mud, security couldn't seem to get in all the cars. The result was one of the worst traffic jams in the history of mankind. Eighty-thousand fans pouring in from all over the country forced us to sit there for over twelve hours.
(5) Phish's bassist, Mike Gordon, came on the radio and told people on the main freeway to turn away and go home. As we had decided to take an alternate route away from I-91, we were assured that we could still get in... eventually. The Bunny served as a constant source of information as to what was being done in order for the concert to actually happen.
(6) Those who were stuck on I-91 (and told to turn around and go home) decided to just abandon their cars along the shoulder of the highway and walk... close to 20 miles! Finally on the airport's access road, the scene behind us was right out of Field of Dreams. If you build it they will come.
(7) We finally made it into the airport and were handed a map for the weekend. Our parking plot was Zorba in the farthest, upper-right corner. It was a long, muddy walk to the concert area, but we were happy just to be off the road.
(8) A view of Zorba from the most privacy to be found in all of Coventry. We're somewhere down there in that mess of cars and tents.
(9) Woodchips helped with the mud, but there was really no escaping it. Having set up our tents and readied ourselved for the evening, we trudged on through with throngs of fans for the first of six sets over two days.
(10) Finally. Music. Though we missed the first two songs and were forced to stand way at the back, it was an amazing feeling to look out upon those lush hills beyond the stage while listening to some great tunes. The first night (and especially the second set) was terrific, but we were all pretty beat. There would be no partying until the wee hours... only sleep.
(11) The next morning, we were all feeling a little better - at least well enough for a game of Trivial Pursuit.
(12) Whatever you do... take care of your shoes.
(13) Clearly, the mud was becoming more and more of a problem. We decided, then, to pack up our gear and drive the car over to the day-parking lot ouside the campground. Our plan was to just get away from the airport as quickly as possible when the show let out at the end of the night, and find some random motel along the freeway. There was simply no way that we were going to compete with the concert traffic madness the following morning.
(14) Ahhhhhhhh. Day-parking.
(15) The main parking lot (or runway) strip at a show is often called Shakedown Street. Here, you can purchase everything from t-shirts to veggie burritos to hand-crafted glassware.
(16) Our real-estate was much better on Day 2.
(17) Even with all the sunlight, there was no escaping the mud.
(18) Glowstick Wars - I dig the lights, but I sort of hate the concept. I just don't see how musicians can fully concentrate when things are being thrown at them. However, the fans seemed to turn it up a notch for Coventry, lighting up the sky but avoiding the stage. It really was quite a spectacular event.
(19) After fireworks and the end of an era, we hiked back to our car and drove away from the Airport. It only took about an hour to get to I-91, where we cruised south until we found a motel with a vacancy. Several other fans had the same idea, and the management seemed a little startled by a bunch of crusty, muddy kids wandering around the halls. We slept well into the next morning and made our way back home.
(20) The Final Bow.The Pure Life (Home)
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