These projects by insaland combine my love of animated GIFs and grafitti (GIF-ITTI).
theres usually a good line-up and all, but seriously.. its a dead festival. festivals are designed to be moved or changed every 2-3 years, and heres why
- the cops find out about it and set up roadblocks, and traffic stops.
- it gets too popular and the venue becomes to small for the crowd that comes.
- the locals find out and go there just to do drugs and dont give a fuck about the music.
usually just one of these things is enough reason to completely switch venues. now lets look at summercamp… its been at the same location for over 10 years and has every single problem listed above, and then some. the and then some being, security will seal from your tent, break you nose for selling weed, beat the shit out of you for sneaking in, or run you over with a fucking atv, break your ribs, then beat you more afterwards. oh yeah and 5 out of the 6 molly/acid samples we tested with re-agency kits were fucking bathsalts. you heard correct. someone actually sold bathsalts soaked into blotter paper as acid…. absolutely sickening. i saw all of that happen, and we left early on saturday. thats cool and all if you had fun at summercamp. i really hope everyone did. i still love my memories of yesteryear, but this festival is rotted from the inside out and i strongly encourage people to check out small festivals. theyre ALWAYS doper. theres a phrase the head stage manager taught me (he also bailed early after 12yrs of service), and it goes; “more trucks, less talent… pretty lights isnt just a clever name you know.”
you tool… you foul genatialed cock slap. i get into summercamp for free for doing a bunch of paintings, that me and my close friends spend hours hanging in the trees under color-changing lights and some fucking spunion takes that shit. well fuck you! you deserve your shitty karma-having life you drug fried guido. its not even like i wanted money for them. i just wanted to gift them to the people that got me a free festival ticket…. even if summercamp sucked donkey balls this year (thanks alot jane’s addiction and coke-head womanizer jay goldberg!), i was pretty stoked to have my art up for me and everyone else to look at tripping, and/or rolling. although i suppose it was hard to see with the big ass canopy some douche put in front of my corner. so yeah. fuck summercamp, fuck jay goldberg and his whole shady blow-fiend family, and fuck you juggalo illinois scum that ruined a good forest jamband festival. im done with chillicote, three sisters and the hordes of cops that wait outside to door. done with it.
