At times, blogging feels exactly like the marathon dancing competition in Sidney Pollack‘s 1969 They Shoot Horses, Don’t They? It’s cruel, unnatural, never-ending, and of questionable worth. Some are driven mad by it, somewhere behind the scenes an uncaring MC is counting his money, and the pregnant woman and the aging sailor never stood a [...]
Yowza! Yowza! Yowza!
http://jurgenfauth.com/2008/06/26/yowza-yowza-yowza/
Lange Nacht der Museen
Twice a year, Berlin celebrates the “long night of museums,” during which over 100 of the city’s galleries, churches, memorials and other cultural institutions open their doors for eight hours, from six to two a.m., all for the price of a single ticket. Shuttle buses connect several areas around town, and most venues offer special [...]
http://jurgenfauth.com/2007/08/27/lange-nacht-der-museen/
Bonnaroo 2007
Dancing in the Sunshine is Serious Business Bonnaroo is exhausting. Sixty hours after the last notes wafted into the Tennessee air, my feet, back, legs, skin, and head have barely recovered. In 2004, a tremendous storm left me drenched, tentless, and barefoot in ankle-deep mud. But it doesn’t take a major meteorological event: if the [...]
http://jurgenfauth.com/2007/06/20/bonnaroo-2007/
Off to the Roo
Even though a certain red-headed guitar player is conspicuously absent this year and only a single surviving member of the Grateful Dead is performing, I’m packed and ready for Tennessee. Where else but Bonnaroo am I going to be able to catch The Slip, Wilco, Ornette Coleman, Gogol Bordello, Hot Tuna, Mavis Staples, David Cross, [...]
http://jurgenfauth.com/2007/06/14/off-to-the-roo/
Bonnar007
The grids are out, which means it’s time to get serious about Bonnaroo 2007. After the insane deluge of 2004, when Trey Anastasio fiddled with the Nashville Chamber Orchestra while Manchester drowned in mud, I took a little break. The festival is getting further from its hippie roots every year, but I’ve got friends who [...]
http://jurgenfauth.com/2007/05/25/bonnar007/







