If you're returning to the freakshow temporarily known as The Campsite With No Name(TM), click the comment link below and say hi to the new folks. Tell them a little about yourself. Act normal, if you can. Do not mention get-rich-quick opportunities in multilevel marketing, your apocalyptic survivalist philosophies or any bizarre sexual preferences that cannot be summed up in fewer than a thousand words. Some stuff is just better saved for the second date, OK?
If you've wandered in from craigslist, prowl around these pages and ponder if the Philly Folk Fest is right for you, and if this ragtag remnant of lovable losers with their high-spirited hijinks is the bunch you want to hang out with over a long weekend. If you're not immediately repelled, click the comment link and introduce yourself to your new neighbors. What's your name, age, hometown, favorite music? New to camping? New to the festival? New to all this corny fiddle-and-banjo crap? What do you do in the unreal world? And what will it take to fan that spark of curiosity into a full-throated yes? Because we'll do whatever it takes to spin the ugly truth and distract you from your well-founded fears about this dubious weekend misadventure.
Also, if you have an idea for an actual name for our campsite, here's the place for nominations.
We need a sentimental YouTube anthem video here to seduce and manipulate the suggestible fence sitters. Any suggestions?
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I'm Mike, 58, the old man of the crew and veteran of 28 consecutive festivals. Born in Philly, but up in New York City for more than 20 years now. I'm all about unadorned solo singer-songwriters with a punchy lyric, and generally down on jam bands who stretch a three-minute song into a 19-minute pointless noodling. Favorite Fest surprise: Mary Chapin Carpenter (her first time here was also mine). Most loathed act ever: rocker Todd Rundgren last year, with an exhausted voice, a snotty attitude and no conceivable connection to anything remotely folk. Back on earth, I help financial institutions automate their production of sensitive compliance documents. (Yes. The most boring sentence ever written!) Before that, 18 years in the newspaper bidness. Favorite brew: Strongbow Cider. Favorite returning act on this year's bill: Loudon Wainwright III, who emerged my freshman year in college. Favorite movie: Joe vs.the Volcano.
Campsite name nomination: Delta House, or Delta Tau Chi, frfom the film Animal House.
Connie O. suggested The Manhattan Project last night.
Steve Z emailed The Wanderers, but from the context I think he may have intended The Warriors, a completely different 1979 movie about battling New York street gangs. "Oh, Warriors! (clink clink) Come out and play-ay-ay! (clink clink)!" I always wanted to hear 25 people clinking beer bottles and chanting that taunt in unison.
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