Camp Bisco Eleven

Over here in reality .......

Would you entrust your personal safety to the Hell's Angels?

I don't own a Harley.

I have a full set of teeth.

My answer - NO.

So what the HELL is wrong with everyone?  This is one of the worst - WORST - venues for a music festival I have ever been to.  Not because the Hell's Angels are lackadaisical about the hooded-smot-poking-idiots that line up to come in here - no, oh no - they are not.  They are ready to pounce, friends.  And pounce, pounce, throw our dread-lock'd, Volvo-drivin' (the newer ones, not the old crappy ones) out of Mariaville, preserve nature... Blah blah it's all a load of crap.

So, I don't have a boner for the Disco Biscuits like I used to.  With that said, their festival used to go from over-the-top debauchery and other wholesome goodness (cue Simon Posford throwing things out of hotel windows, end cue) ....to, well....

STARSCAPE.

It's a shit hole.  There is no other way to describe it.  Where there isn't cow-shit there is dust.  It's run down, to say the least.  Really not a very picturesque place.

Why there has not been a raid, or the proposition to move the festival to another land, or why the hell they keep letting sub-par EDM bs (ok, ok Amon Tobin was a serious highlight...) infiltrate these little festie........ Whatever, it pays the bills.

Go to Watkins Glen, Camp Bisco.  Mariaville = DONEZO.