PMW is very excited to play Coopers for the 1st time. This venue has seen some serious music and we aim to make this a night to remember.

As we raced down the two lane highway searching for a hill tall enough to carry a cell signal so we can coordinate, because we are late - almost an hour - TJ, Gfunk and Myself find the entrance to the frog fest campground/fairground. pull in, who are you? no I don't have a list. go down to gate 21 and they'll let you in backstage where you can get your pass. alright. gate 21: oh, no. you can't come in here without a pass. go back out to the highway and down the street then up to the next entrance. go to gate 23 and they'll let you in. fine. pulled over at gate 23. no list, no passes. who are you and who do you know? pull out secret password list. not hitting. make a few calls. rattle off some names. one clicks - mr. whatshisname - ah hah the secret password. partytext the crew with the new password. pull over and huddle up inside gate 23.

we're in, but where to go? obviously the main stage right? wait here comes mr whatshisname: where have you been you're all late! follow me I'll be waiting for you backstage. ok, we're just waiting for the rest of the crew. fine i'll meet you down there... slowly the caravan rallies together - squatch and eli but where's fidz? here he is with his lady, looking rattled. I tried to go back stage but they kicked me out, some big croatian tried to hurt me. well we gotta meet whatshisname backstage to get our passes. everyone squeeze into the van and go down the road. checkpoint: whoa boys, hold on. wheres your pass? well they have them in a trailer backstage. oh ho ho, no one gets backstage without a pass. well whatshisname told us to meet him down there. never heard of him; I'll let you in at the risk of my employment but you gotta come back in ten minutes and show me the pass. fine.

as we pull up to the stage and see a quasi militant terminator for our own eyes, Fidz sinks down lower into the van. (previously he had already made it to the mainstage and was setting up when the neo viking gladiator stage manager told him "we don't have an opening act, we've never needed an opening act, get your crap off of my stage!" damn, he is big. oh wait, theres the trailer with our passes. excuse me can you help us kind looking hippie dude? what? oh no no no bro, you need to drive up that road and go find roger. he's in charge of you and the second stage. what about whatshisname? never heard of him, just drive up that road there. but can we have our passes? no roger has your passes. ok.

1/4 mile later, stop. lady security guard: you can't come in here, you have to go back down to the backstage area then go out and around the way you came in . but we're looking for roger. never heard of him. well can't you call someone on your radio? sure bzzzt do you know anything about an opening band? bzzt no, we have never had an opening band, we don't need an opening band. bzzt yeah where the hell are they they need to show me their passes! bzzt what second stage? we don't have a second stage. sweet.

then a mysterious stranger appears - hold on, I know where the second stage is, let me cram in the van with the seven of you. do you work here? well kind of, I help my Mom sell tacos. oh. plus I'm a musician too. I play keyboards, bass, guitar. here's my card. thanks. here we are, not even 100 feet from the original gate 23. you can set up by the sloppy joe tent. see ya! thanks stranger... so wheres roger? as we wander around the picnic tables and slab of concrete we will transform into our second stage, a u-haul truck opens up from the back and from a cloud of weed smoke roger appears: You guys can all relax, we're not on for three hours, but you need to go backstage to the trailer and get your passes...