(Chicago, IL); issue no.6 Summer 1996
by Brenda bEAN
of nothing but Furthur)
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headed up to Eagle Cave at about two-o'clock in the afternoon. It
was rainy and dreary all over Lake County, which only worried us
more about the weather we'd be experiencing over the next few days.
resting a few times, and then trying to find Nick Nice's record
store in Madison, called Seventh Dimension, we didn't make all that
good of time. Nick's store is pretty cool though, he has a shit
load of old Star Wars and G.I. Joe figures, aside from a good selection
of vinyl, that's also available on mail order. Check it out first
hand or give him a call.
we got through some construction going on in Madison, we were back
on the highway and to the camp site in about an hour or so. The
scenery just miles before Eagle Cave was perfectly gorgeous as we
drove alongside the Wisconsin River. At that point, the sun was
out a little bit, and we realized, "Hey, it's not raining here!".
we turned onto the road leading up to the campsite, we were in awe.
There were like farmlands all around, but a big patch of trees like
up on a hill. That's right where the signs lead us to. I know some
folks had a hell of a time getting up some of those hills, I mean
the vert on that shit was insane. Once at the top of the first hill,
we turned in our tickets, and were greeted by the ever famous Chris
26, with some garbage bags. Cool, we were finally there, it was
around seven in the evening.
we had tents to set up, we were guided down to the main site. People
who were planning to sleep in their cars, or wanted their cars by
their tents, had to park up on this other hill, away from the main
attractions. We went on down to the main area, dumped off our shit
and began building "Planed bEAN." We were up on this hill, and not
having much camping experience, we didn't realize that setting up
on a slanted ass hill would cause a sliding problem when trying
to sleep. Oh well, at least we had a good sized area. We were basically
in the middle of everything, at least so it seemed. The main tent
was right down the hill to the left a little, the Drop Bass tent
was down to the right, the Free Bass tent was directly down and
ahead, and the Massive, and Jungle Love tents were to the far right.
Chicago fools like Dan Efex and his crew, and the Jungle bunnies
along with Tony from Sense, and the Mushgroove posse, were all up
to the right of us, so we felt at home.
were done setting up in about an hour, the Drop Bass tent had some
tunes flowing, so we weren't there too early, pretty much just in
time. Basically the whole first night, we spent looking for other
bEANers, and cooking some grub. The place was slowly filling up,
and it was starting to look like a party. Around midnight or so
we found some of the fools in our clan, and moved them up by us
so we could just combine our shit. We all gathered firewood, ate,
and dedided to get trashed off of some Gin and Juice. We concluded
that our section and everyone nearby were in the ghetto section
of the campground. The Gin and Juice tipped that off, but there
weren't like any rich kids with nice ass trailers or anything around,
just weak ass tents like ours. It was all good.
finally went wandering around to check out the environment and shit,
and the place was pretty full. Unfortunately for us Martin was full
too, of gin. He was walking around talking some shit about, "Pussy
for sale." He was the fucking shit, that is until he drank that
last one. About five minutes after the consumption, the laughter
stopped and the hurling began. He ended up face down for the next
the barf started flying, so did I, straight down to the Drop Bass
tent, where Danny the Wildchild was going off! He's so fucking dope.
He literally had that tent screamin'. It was the shit. It was raining
at this point, so the ground was moistening up, and as you walked,
you sort of sunk. I started wondering about my better half puking
in the rain, so I left the tent shortly before Danny was done.
enough, Martin was laying in a puddle when I returned. He didn't
wanna get up. So I said fuck it, and went to bed about five-thirty,
and I could hear Mullan going off on the wax in the Drop Bass tent.
Oh well, we needed some sleep. He did good from the sound of the
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managed to somehow fall asleep during Mullan's set. I was pretty
tired. But even as tired as I was, I awoke to an unsettling voice
over the mic coming from the Drop Bass tent. It went a little somethin'
like this... "Your cars are parked, in an assinine manner... they
must be moved or they will be towed at the owner's expense... some
dumb ass is blocking the road and is a threat to all of us... if
there were an emergency, we'd all be stuck... the towing company
is like 60 miles away, and it will cost some $500+ to get your car
back once it's towed... all cars on the road, or even on the grass
next to the road will be towed at the owner's expense... your cars
are parked in an assinine manner..." This message repeated itself
several times over several hours, causing me to get a migraine several
times the size of a normal one. I think it started at about seven
in the morning, and lasted at least until eleven, maybe even noon.
Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep, nor did anyone else.
mood for the day was basically set. We finally got up, cooked up
some grub, and checked our car to make sure it wasn't assinine.
Up to the top of the very big ass hill... it was good, but we moved
it a little closer to prevent the long journeys later.
rain and some more rain. It was getting mighty slick in some parts
of the campsite. Basically it was a mud hell on earth. We now know
sorta what went down at Woodstock I guess. Whack
we basically spent looking for fools from Chicago. We ran into the
Hot Jams posse, (Brian, Ben, Frankie and the Mushgroove crew) and
Tony from Sense. We watched a bunch of people spin in the smaller
tents, along with some fools in the DBN tent. Dr. Groo went off in
there, and it was the shit, as usual. After him we caught Drew Young,
who was equally good with the live shiznit. If you could handle sinking
in the mud, you were straight, otherwise...
didn't do a whole helluva lot on Saturday We were just bumping around
into folks, saying what's up, and taking some shots (pictures).
By dusk, we were about ready to call it quits though. We were so
frustrated with the mud situation. It was really outta control.
I could not understand how people could get past being so God blessed
filthy. I mean, it was so nasty. And like, there were showers, right?
But they were so full of mud, and the rain kept falling, it was
just so pointless. We hung out long enough to watch Davey Dave spin
in the main tent. But the tent was so packed, that we couldn't take
any pictures. Now I was frustrated and just pissed. So, we saw an
opening to the area in back, by the tables, and we went in there,
took some pictures, and chilled for a minute. Not even long enough
to get comfortable though. We, along with several others, we asked
to leave the area, unless we had a special arm band... (Laminates???)
Ughhh... that was a breaking point for me. Okay, the flier made
it sound like there weren't going to be any of the "I'm special,
who the fuck are you" kinds of attitudes going on, cause it said,
"Even for those of you who think you won't have to pay will pay".
That just means you'll pay the same but will still get treated better.
I was under the impression that we weren't going to accomplish anything
at this point, and almost felt regretful for even showing up. Nobody
ever said anything about needing special shit to get anywhere. The
part that pissed me off the most was that fact that the person who
"kicked" us out, knows our intentions and still didn't even bother
to help us out, just basically told us to fuck off, cause we ain't
was still raining pretty hard at that poing, and it was so fucking
cold, that my ass was numb. Martin was feeling pretty shitty himself,
so we said, "We can't leave, so fuck it, let's go take a nap and
try to keep warm." I was so disappointed at that point, that I said
"Fine, fuck it."
we laid in our cold ass tent, we heard Phantom 45 do a magnificent
job, but we were still sad at the thought of our situation. You
know, doing a zine is pretty rough, and being beginners in the whole
thing is mighty frustrating. We will not hold nuts to cover and
event. We feel we're doing promoters a favor when we review an event.
That way those who didn't go can get an idea of what went on, and
those who were there, will remember. We don't wanna be treated special,
just let us take some pictures, and we'll be on our way. That's
all we can ask for...
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was just past midnight when we got up and said, "Fuck it, we're
not going to sleep, so let's get up again." It wasn't raining anymore,
so we changed, and gave in to the inevitable. We were miserable,
and could no longer take the party being sober any longer. So we
did what everyone else was doing. We took some fucking E. What else
could possible happen? At least we figured we'd have to have a little
bit of fun, we'd have to. And it had been so long... fuck it, we
couldn't think of a reason not to. We stopped, dropped, and rolled.
Hooked up with some balloons, and did shit the old fashioned way,
not the right way, but the easy way. We copped out and got fucked
feeling a bit higher on life, we headed down to the tent. It was
still packed like sardines. It was packed outside of the tent. Fuck...
we tried going back to the deejay area, and decided to take the
risk of being told to leave again, what did we have to lose? Actually
Woody McBride was doing his live PA and it was the shit!! I think
those involved in the kicking people out posse were too much into
his set, that they stopped harassing everyone. Whoo hoo! We were
outta control. The music was phat, and even thought we were slightly
altered, it was all good. Woody was dope.
all that we were then turned on to none other than Daft Punk. You
know, the last song on Mullan's New School Fusion 2 tape... "Meow,
meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow, meow
meow, meow..." You know it was them, and they started out with that.
(Da Funk) Don't get me wrong, please. They did a really good job.
It was pretty cheesy to start out with that kind of, but the crowd
ate it up. It was an easy way to be recognized, they did their "Rollin'
and Scratchin'" deal too, that was good. Overall, they were good.
They looked really crazy looking, not that that's bad, they seemed
cool. It was cool, I'm glad I got to check 'em out, it was groovin'.
starting to think that I ate some bunk shit, cause I wasn't really
feeling all that much, I just felt like I was having a normally good
time, which was fine, I was just kind of mad at myself for thinking
that I really need drugs to make a good time out of some crap. Oh
well, I forgot about it, and kept dancing.
Daft Punk was done, I was like, cool, now what? I had no idea of
what was about to happen. This was my first Furthur, call me a stroke
or whatever, but I have my reasons. ANYHOW, I had heard about Frankie
Bones from several people, several times about several different
parties. Everyone said he was the bomb. I had no idea. That dude
has got to be my personal favorite performer. Holy fucking shit!!!
It's hard to explain. I mean I really don't think it was the E kicking
in, but I was feeling really good at that point. Anyhow, I was watching,
and listening. I wasn't fucked up, he was bad ass!!! It was like,
ol' dude created 1200's and we worked them mutha fuckas!! He was
making shit with other records, creating new shit, to fit what he
was spinning. I mean, you see people do that sometimes, and it's
always cool, but Frankie was the shit. He started out slow, and
took that shit to gabber! I couldn't believe my ears. He scratched,
too. I'm not sure why he hasn't been booked in Chicago lately, but
I'm sure all the promoters out there will have him come out after
seeing just how awesome he is. He was the total shit. I wish more
deejays would put on a show like that. He was fucking supreme bad
ass. I don't think I could put it any other way.
had definitely reached a peak at that point. Whoa, he was good.
Laura Grabb was next with a live gabber PA. It was somewhat short,
but them hardheads ate it up. It was pretty obvious that we were
in Gabber territory, but that's cool. After that, Deadly Buda was
up, he was really good with some hard west coast shit, occasionally
on the jungle tip, and then Kikoman with some nice ass house, who
took us into the daylight, he was really good also.
what a night. Within minutes, we headed up to the tent, through
the totally mud infested campgrounds; the place was totally trashed.
We hit the tent and were asleep in no time flat, especially with
the helpful sounds of Mixmaster Morris - nice, slow ass ambience.
A perfect ending to that excursion...
getting a good ten+ hourse of sleep, we were ready for more! The
TWO-SIX hooked us up the previous night, and we weren't sure what
we should do. The decision came to us once we realized, "Fuck, we're
dirty, we stink, and everything's trashed." So after running around
all day with what energy we did have, we popped the shit. Whoa.
All I can say is that I'm grateful that I didn't get tired. I really
didn't want to miss anything, and I don't think I did.
passed out a shit load of bEAN fliers, stickers, matches, and even
some older zines, met some kids, ate some grub, and went down to
the main tent for some more music, after the kick ass fireworks
of course. The cave did not go off due to the fact that allegedly
some fools got drunk and fucked the shit up. I'm not really all
that sure about that, but that's the rumor.
the shit started winding down. We saw Nick Nice, Woody McBride,
and Boo Williams all spin. They were all good; sorry I'm not getting
into detail, it was pretty cloudy for me at that point. I do recall
having a conversation with Drew Young during Auto Kinetic's live
PA, and also during the beginning of Drone's set. What that conversation
consisted of,well, I really can't say, but it was very humorous
nonetheless. I really couldn't handle too much more after that.
The music wasn't doing anything for me, not that the music was bad,
I just needed to wander around aimlessly in the wilderness, that's
all... so I did...
much, I explored, what? I'm still not sure, but I went back to the
campsite where Martin was still fueling the fire, but not with wood.
Anything and everything BUT wood. He and the Kid managed to burn
everything we didn't eat (or drink): Gin (very good flaming material),
lettuce, tomatoes, biscuits - the ones in a can (pop! pop! pop!),
bread, you name it. The stench was horrific. It was one that could
be smelled for yards. Ricky got bored and started playing frisbee
with some tortillas, and I got bored enough to start packing shit
up. Furthur was coming to an all out halt. The shit was basically
over, and we were fried, along with the campfire jumbolia. We packed
up, said our goodbyes, and were on the road by noontime. It was
a blast. And I just wanna say that we don't condone the use of drugs
or anything, but after being so funky, and so irritated, that I
really don't think I would have survived Furthur without a little
kick in the ass. I just couldn't see being straight in the conditions
that we were succumbed to. Oh well, it was cool.
yeah, I would like to mention one last thing. Those of you too cool
to camp, who got a hotel, and took showers every day, I just wanna
say... you may have gone to Furthur, but you did not experience
it. Even though I was miserable for some of the time I spent there,
the time that I had fun would have never even happened if I wasn't
forced to make the best of it. And the fun that I had, will be something
that I will always remember.
up shit that happened
wigged out next to us on some crazy Kentucky E.
wigged out in upper campsite, and busted some windows, and claimed
he was God.
some people were raped.(?!?)
people were acting as though they were part of some elite guest
cave was never used.
Dyer - the winner of our Wax/Traxx contest punked out on working
with us, but gladly took the free trip to Furthur.
was done in an assinine manner.
you got past this shit, you were good to go!
really hard to put our experience at this event into words, but
hopefully after viewing the past few pages, you got an idea, even
if you did wimp out, about some of the shit that happened at Furthur.
It really was the shit. And I cannot wait until next year. Some
advice: bring lots of clothes to change into. Cause even if you
don't get a chance to shower, at least you'll feel a little bit
more sanitary. And plus, if the rain trend continues, you won't
wanna sit in the freezing cold with wet clothes on all weekend.
Bring clean water for drinking and washing up. Don't count on running
water. Don't set camp up on any kind of vertical plain, flatter
is better. And the higher you go up on a hill, the faster you will
slide down; keep this in mind when setting up camp as well. Get
firewood before it rains, or before you arrive, if possible. And
bring as many tents as possible, heck build a city of tents, some
folks did, and they stayed drier. Most of all, if you go next year,
go in good spirits. It really does take a lot of patience and courage
to endure Furthur in the weather condidions, but remember, even
though it seemed like Hell when you were there, you won't wanna
be anywhere else once you leave. Furthur was the bomb. Thanks to
Drop Bass, Communique, and David Prince. You guys know how to throw
down. Until next year... Peace.