(1) Listening to Reggie Watts' hilarious rap called "Fuck Shit Stack".
(2) Chatting with some guy named Chris about how he enjoyed our music for ten minutes before realizing that it was Chris Walla from Death Cab.
(3) Free ice cream. Duh.
(4) Hiding under my keyboard to get out of the rain during "Shape Song".
(5) John O's way-out-west oracle The Quorble.
(6) Jen's delicious 'pookle rolls' (bread with cheese, meat, and veggies baked inside it).
(7) Yellow shirts.
(8) Fleet Foxes.
(9) Weird, dispersed rainbows on the horizon on Saturday.
(10) Every single moment spent on the main stage.
Least favorite memories:
(1) Getting a speeding ticket one hundred yards from the main entrance to the amphitheater.
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D'oh! Another one for the "Hot-Rod Johnny" Wall of Fame.
Man, you're racking up more tickets than a carnie at the entrance to the "Alligator Boy" tent on a Saturday afternoon.
(5) I always spelled it 'Quarble' -- as in, the warbling guitar-playing oracle who solves your quandaries. (Back in the Old West, every town had a Quarble.)
(6) That's 'Poocle'.
That's not the ONLY reason they call him Hot-ROD Johnny!
Zow! Whoo! Bing!
You met Chris Walla, lucky! You guys we're 'awesome' by the way. You've made a fan out of me.
hey can someone post the recipe for the poocle rolls? I just got my bread machine up and running again.
fantastic dan, i love your name.
Simpsons did it.
Oh great. Next you're going to tell me the orange traffic cones weren't laid out for a slalom track.
Damn, and I only hit two!
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