The tenth anniversary of Camp Bisco was HeadCount’s seventh appearance at the festival and our executive director, Andy Bernstein’s, tenth appearance at Bisco--a fact he is very proud of (as he should be). It was a transitional year for the festival; they sold out for the first time ever. Because of max capacity, there were whispers about moving to a new location for Camp Bisco 11 in order to suit the increase in attendance and enthusiasm.
After getting the booth set up on Thursday morning, the HeadCount team was ready to register voters and take photos for the Signs of the Times competition. Unfortunately, festival goers were a bit jaded after waiting in line to get into the festival for upwards of five hours and were ready to set up camp and chill before the raging began. Friday, however, was a different story. Everyone at the festival was refreshed and ready for the music to begin. Make sure to check out the PHOTOS from Camp Bisco X for a look at the great costumes, signs and people who enjoyed the weekend.
Friday afternoon began with Marc Brownstein of the Disco Biscuits' kids starting a water gun fight with the unarmed Chris Mocharla, which was pretty entertaining. We hung out backstage to get a few artists to do the Signs of the Times competition, and we can definitely say we are enthused about the artists we were able to take pictures of.
One of the artists we photographed was Shpongle. Shpongle's performance was equally memorable. I didn’t know what to expect seeing a full band performing the strange noises of Raja Ram and Simon Posford but it was, as much as I dislike saying this word, epic. A moderate shower provided by nature, added an element to the show as well as my rain jacket’s hood, which added a strange echo to an already strange show.
It wouldn’t be Camp Bisco, often lovingly called "Swamp Bisco," without the rain and this year was no exception. Despite the rain and extreme amount of mud, HeadCount and festival goers alike had a great time at Bisco. It would be a lie if we said the summer festivals weren’t starting to catch up with us -- with great fun comes great exhaustion. Camp Bisco was 3 days long but with the amount of sleep most festival goers were getting -- thanks to the great late night sets -- it was the equivalent of a longer festival. Getting out of the venue on Sunday morning took a while (two hours of us sitting in the car, at a standstill, next to the booth), but it allowed us to have some quality time and unwind from the weekend. Next up: All Good. See you there!