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I won tickets from a radio station and apparently I'm a "guest" and stay in the "guest area". Has anyone ever done this before? Any details on what it consists of?
Post by suitcasemurphy on Jun 11, 2007 9:08:11 GMT -5
I'm guessing your hooked up! Like...side of the stage, and on the stage viewing decks, hanging backstage with bands, as well as free food and drink. My friend was a guest in 2002 and said it was definitly Lush and VIP times a million!
Post by The Killer Bee Relay Team on Jun 11, 2007 9:55:34 GMT -5
Not totally the case. That is Artist Guest Access.
I gust got my Guest Access info, and it essentially means a back-door entrance, Special camping area, bathrooms/showers and refreshments and a different colored wristband. That's about it from what i can tell.
From what I understand, you get access to the VIP food/discount beer tent behind What Stage, a separate, smaller grandstand seating area (like VIP but different), and a special camping area (also behind What Stage?). You don't get access to the VIP buffet tent or the VIP camping area or to the onstage viewing platform. It should be sweet though! Let us know how it went when you get home.
The edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people to really know where it is, are the ones who have already gone over". ~ Hunter S. Thompson
I have had Guest passes the past two years and the best thing about them is the campground. If you are facing the Which Stage (the smaller of the two), then the campground for Guests is directly to the right, behind some chain link fences. It's so close, it's amazing. In '05, my friends and I had a school bus for the trip, and during Trey's late night show on the Which Stage, we got up on top the bus and watched it from there, and it was wonderful. You get access to the cheap beer tent behind the main stage. Notice I say only cheap beer tent because I heard there was supposed to be food in there but the only food they ever have in there is potato chips. You also get access to the stands. If your facing the main stage the stands directly to the right of the stage and the stands in the back of the smaller stage. I sat there for a few afternoon shows, but I don't want to be there, I want some room to dance around and all. Other than that, that is really it. They also have showers in the Guest campground area. Any other questions you may have feel free to pm me. Hope this helped. See you on the farm!
I have Comp tickets... the red and silver ones that say Comp on them. I got a little white booklet with them that, like an idiot, I failed to read and then misplaced but am in the process of relocating. Is it likely that I am a "Guest"? Do you get seperate Guest passes?
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Post by DJ Teacher Poet Preacher on Jun 12, 2007 0:19:22 GMT -5
Those qualities (the dirty portapotties, the long hikes, the punishing sun, the eternal shakedown street) are outside in general camping not in guest camping. Suppose I was vague!!!!!!!1
Also, much of the Guest camping is under trees. IMO opinion, the shade and instant access to Centeroo (enter b/t Which stage and movie tent) makes Guest incredible. Wish I could do it again.
The edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people to really know where it is, are the ones who have already gone over". ~ Hunter S. Thompson
The edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people to really know where it is, are the ones who have already gone over". ~ Hunter S. Thompson
The edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people to really know where it is, are the ones who have already gone over". ~ Hunter S. Thompson