Well, when we first walked into the park, Black Eyed Sceva was playing (loud), and they were killer! A bit of a mosh happened during "Ryan's Driveway" and "Adrian James", but we didn't go into it. They played like a 40 minute long set, but we skipped most of it to go on Grizzly.
Next on the roster: poor old lu, one of my favorite bands ever!!! They rocked the park, even though sound for the first couple songs sucked. They launched into "Complain", and me and the guys got into the pit, but Traci was a wimp, and she wouldn't go in the pit.
O.K., so we're getting all psyched for Plankeye, and some old dude comes out on the stage and gives a stern lecture about the dangers of moshing (I don't think anyone listened, judging from the size of the pit during Plankeye), and then he's all, "Are you ready to rock?", y'know, how those cool hair bands in the 80s said it, and we're all, "Yeah" and lifted our fist in the air, and Old Dude's all "Well, put your hands together for...Christafari!!!", and I'm all, "Uhhhhh...no?" and we left. But we could hear the excruciatingly painful music from anywhere in the park. I mean, I like reggae, but this lead singer has a real problem...he thinks he's Jamaican. Someone needs to say to him "Hey White Boy...you ain't a rasta." But, I digress, 'cause in 2 short hours, Plankeye was going to blow the park away.
Oh, and they did. The pit was furious, as they tore through "Drive", "Veiled", "Struck By The Chord", and "Open House". But the really funny part was when my friend Bekka sprained her foot in the pit, 'cause we all warned her not to go in the pit, but would she listen? Nope. Now she can't even listen to Plankeye without getti ng these horrible flashbacks.
But, all in all, B.E.S, p.o.l., and Plankeye rocked.
Christafari...didn't.