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Words By Brett R. Crossley Photos By Jon Irvin The final day of the Big Up gave us the one bit of charm every music festival, big or small, has lurking within its confines-interesting people you’ll only find at a festival. After a much needed breakfast of cheddar dogs and fiber bars, a tired looking fellow wandered into our campsite and took a seat by our small fire. He introduced himself as “Sckuzzy” (his spelling, I believe) and showed us some of his artwork. The only way to describe his work was dark, both in color, done simply in a black pen, and in manner, the drawing depicted a less than favorable situations for people. Despite it not being my taste, he seemed to put a lot of work into his art and we wished him the best as he departed from the campsite. The next person to wander into the site went by the name “Todd 6”. It was not his real name, but to us, especially Jon who seemed to think everyone’s name was Todd, we simply gave him a number and continued with the conversation.

Come on out for our Inaugural show featuring a set in The Barn featuring The Henhouse Prowlers followed by a late night campfire set featuring another one of our favorite bands... Sexfist . Henhouse Prowlers: Henhouse Prowlers Live at FitzGerald's on May 22, 2010. Sexfist: Sexfist Live at Schubas on January 21, 2009. Check out our event page for details ...

Umphreys McGee Live at Masquerade Music Park on August 14, 2010. Set One 1. Preamble > Mantis > 2. Hurt Bird Bath 3. Booth Love * 4. Prowler > 5. Passing 6. Conduit 7. Making Flippy Floppy > 8. Nothing Too Fancy > 9. Mantis Set Two 1. Plunger > 2. Hajimemashite > 3. Plunger 4. Front Porch > 5. Cheap Sunglasses > ** 6. Front Porch 7. Bright Lights, Big City 1. FF > 2. Mrs. Robinson's Strut > 3. Nothing Too Fancy 4. Encore Break 5. All In Time ^ Notes: - Rebelution opened * - with Another One Bites The Dust teases ** - with Bulls On Parade jam ^ - with Wanna Be Startin' Something jam

Words By Brett R. Crossley Photos By Jon Irvin When the sun peaked its head over the horizon it splashed the campsites, especially the ones sitting in the middle of the fields, with bright light. Nature’s own lighting system gave us our first glimpse at the campsite we assembled in darkness and I was pleasantly surprised at our ability to erect tents in complete darkness. The light also allowed us to take in some of the amazing scenery around the sites. It was an ongoing theme throughout the weekend, but the crew who worked the festival couldn’t have done a better job. During the final hours of the show a crew member named Nick Heller informed me about some of the effort the staff put forth to make the weekend as enjoyable as possible. In order to give campers the option to camp in the woods the staff used chainsaws to cut paths and even painted the stumps with neon paint as a safety precaution. Also, the trees were then used to line the paths and some were even made into benches. Once

Words By Brett R. Crossley Photos By Jon Irvin The scenic drive over the Rip Van Winkle Bridge signaled we were within an hour of our intended destination. The bridge's snail like speed limit added some clarity into its name along with doing little to calm our eagerness to reach the festival. We were now on the final leg of our journey to The Big Up Music Festival at Sunnyview Farm in Ghent, New York. The mist against the lighted backdrop as we approached created silhouettes of the friendly staff about to greet us at the media tent. Unfortunately, because of our fashionably planned arrival the supply of laminated press passes had exceeded limit and we were forced to go at it with red wrist bands as opposed to the normal green. The slight mix up ended up being the least of our concerns after we attempted to assemble the campsite in the dark. After our campsite was assembled with minimal light from the moon and one LED flashlight, we marched out of the woods to find our first show of

Larry Keel Live at 123 Pleasant St. on July 17, 2010. Set I 01. Intro 02. Unknown 03. Unknown 04. Georgia Mail 05. Banter 06. Pioneers>Unknown 07. Banter 08. Unknown 09. Banter 10. Unknown 11. Unknown 12. Banter 13. Unknown 14. Unknown 15. Unknown 16. Banter/Tuning 17. Paddy On The Turnpike Set II 18. Banter/Tuning 19. Watermelon Man 20. Ruby 21. Banter 22. Unknown 23. Unknown 24. Unknown 25. Banter/Tuning 26. Back To The Country* 27. Yodelittle* 28. Chicken Train>Grow>Chicken Train*

Photos by Amy Castaldo and Joe Davidson Words by Joe Davidson The Aquaphonics create a unique blend of funk, jazz, electronic, reggae, and even an indie type sound. Drummer Jessiah Weston and keyboardist Alan Martinki have been jamming together since 2000. There have been numerous changes through the years including the addition of guitarist Steve Elmore in November of 2008. In July of 2009 the band announced the addition of bassist Jim Dinsmore and began their latest conquest. They have been drawing a lot of attention recently opening for Perpetual Groove and being added to the line-up at the Bear Creek festival. As soon as we hit the southbound on- ramp en route to the show a tingly wave ran through my body. “Time for another night of marauderin’,” I said to Amy. One of my favorite feelings is that of hitting the road, rolling down the windows, cranking the stereo up, and letting loose. I was amped. The drive down to Ybor City (Tampa) was peaceful. The skies were displaying the disti

Hydra Live at Madison Theater on April 19, 2005. Set 1 Heart of the Hydra A Fine Open Cluster Creature of Comfort > Fire on the Mountain Set 2 Stellar Particle > The Good of the Evil Dr. Wavemaker Luminiferous Ether 7th Gear Encore The Glow

Words & Photos By Brandon Picard Sunday August 8th, 2010: I’ll start this Sunday review somewhere around 5 a.m. I don’t ever remember rain falling from the sky as powerfully as this. For a solid hour I sat up in the tent with a hopeless hand on the tent, somewhat preventing it from collapsing. Phil, lying right next to me, didn’t bother to even notice the madness. After the storm passed through, and the sun began to rise, I was able to catch a few more hours of sleep. Walking out of the tent in the morning, I sarcastically laughed as I saw my shade tent mangled. The storm had managed to take my shade tent spin it rapid fire into a tight knot, and break 6 of the 12 poles…….Damn. Oh well. I cleaned up the mess and made my way down my usual path to see what was going on. There was a clear sign of destruction. Tents were collapsed all over the field. I didn’t feel as bad about my tent. I grabbed my coffee from the kind vendor and made my way over to my shady spot for some writing. A

Words & Photos By Brandon Picard Saturday August 7th, 2010: I was woken up Saturday morning by the feeling of a cool breeze steadily making its way through my tent. I sat up on my newly acquired foam mattress, took a deep breath, and smiled. The sensation climbing out of my tent was pure joy. My man Phil is late a sleeper so I took it upon myself to get the day rolling. After a quick cleanse, I was off. There was something about this particular day that made me feel added delight. Again, the weather was perfect! I cannot express enough what I mean by perfect. The sky was the bluest of blues. The temperature at that time, around ten o’clock, was 72 degrees. A gentle breeze, just like Friday, hit you whenever necessary. Perfect. Anyhow, I made my way around the outside path of the festival grounds to see if anything interesting was happening. Being somewhat of a family oriented festival, I wasn’t surprised to see many children with their parents doing arts and crafts under the Dunegr