It sucks to be short at Bonnaroo. It sucks to be short at any concert, really. And at my meager stature of 5'3'', my typical view is all dreadlocks, all the time. With a year's practice, though, I've nearly mastered the art of squeezing through the throngs of unshowered neo-hippies.The key is to start from the sides and angle in toward the front, shamelessly taking every pathway that presents itself when the folks suffering from bad trips decide to exit the tents for much-needed timeouts. In the past, it's gotten me inches away from Lupe Fiasco and Iron and Wine, to name a few.
This tactic has served me well at the 'Roo so far this year, helping me catch everything from the melting reverb of Chairlift to the synthed-out euphoria of Animal Collective. Just an hour or so ago, I squirmed to a decent vantage point to watch Brooklyn's own Santigold perform a sparkling set in the That Tent. The rain had subsided (though my personal tent is still submerged in a bit of a swamp) and the heat was sweltering, but Miss Santi White took it all in stride.


It's SANTOGOLD, Senior Typo.
Actually, she's recently changed her name: http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/music_blog/2009/02/santogold-is-no.html