Terrastock 5 report by Windy Weber

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here’s any number of people
who could have written a
review of Terrastock 5,
which took place in Boston, USA
during October 2002, and indeed
many of the professional or semiprofessional journalists who were
in attendance that weekend have
already done so for various different
international newspapers and
publications. I particularly wanted
an “insider’s view” for the
Terrascope itself however, and
ideally one which said as much
about the atmosphere surrounding
the event as it did about the music.
A Terrastock festival is an
intensely personal experience for
everyone who attends; we each of
us go there with our own different
hopes and expectations and take
with us the baggage of our daily
lives, often making long and
complex journeys just to be there
in both the literal and metaphorical
sense.
Windy Weber, one half needless to
say of Windy and Carl (see Terrascope
#27 if you need to know the story of
the band itself) endured one such
tortuous journey in order to attend –
and from speaking to people over the
course of the weekend I came to realise
that for many, Windy’s was sadly not
an untypical story and that the
Terrastock festivals actually mean one
hell of a lot more to those attending
than being “simply about the music”
as we always announce in advance of
each one in order to still any
expectations of them being a corporate
beanfeast or media showcase.
If therefore you’re looking for a
band-by-band breakdown of the
occasion or a report on how the Bevis
Frond performed their usual psych-rock
masterclass, Sonic Youth shook the
very foundations of the building, the
Spacious Mind blew minds and amps
in equal measure or how the Acid
Mothers Temple brought things to a
resounding close, well I’m sorry but look
elsewhere. Both Broken Face and
Dream Magazine have published
articles covering the highlights, and
Byron Coley submitted some superb
articles to Mojo and the Wire. What
follows is an intensely, at times almost
painfully so, personal account of just
one person’s Terrastock – and yet
somehow it speaks for everyone who
was there as well as hopefully painting
a picture for those who weren’t. Windy
breathes life into the performances and
throws a welcome light on some of the,
arguably, lesser known acts who
performed that weekend. Break out the
hankies, settle back and enjoy.
The year 2001 was very hard on me.
My mom passed away in April (on
Easter Day) and I had to be
medicated to deal with it. My mom
had always encouraged me to be
whoever or whatever I wanted, had
always supported my artistic and
musical endeavours, counselled me in
love, shielded me from storms,
rescued me from pain. My mom had
been everything to me my whole life
(Carl of course means this much to
me also, but there is a love for my
mom that is irreplaceable) and now
she was gone. Imagine the sun
disappearing, or the world coming to
an end, and you may begin to see or
feel what this loss was and is still like
for me.
So I was on anti-anxiety drugs Zoloft for everyday and Xanax for
when the anxiety was overwhelming
- and I turned into a little robot. I
told Carl I wanted no control over
anything (this from a control freak!)
and asked him to just take over my
life. I asked him to run the store and
the household, and to just give me
tasks to do each day. I had to clean
my mom’s house (the siblings wanted
to sell it ASAP, and since all but one
of them is out of state, it meant this
task befell me), and start the task of
dividing her things up. Throw stuff
away, keep stuff, clean the house to
sell it, mow the lawn, get poison ivy,
and cry every day.
My mom did not want to carry on
without my father, who had passed
from a second severe heart attack in
July of 1999. A week before our store
opened. Not that he would have cared
(he was not into music in his later
life and often asked me why Carl
couldn’t fix my car when it broke
down - dad was a mechanic) but I
would have liked him to have seen
the store. No such luck. Mom
essentially died of a broken heart (an
enlarged heart that finally burst)
which she had helped along by
drinking excessively and mis-using
prescription drugs. I never imagined
life without my mom, and even now
I have trouble with it every day. I can’t
call her, I can’t hear her voice, I can’t
hug her anymore. It causes me a great
deal of pain, and it may well for many
years to come. What a truly awful way
to start 2001.
And so my birthday came and
went - the first one without mom. I
was drugged and robotic and cried a
lot, and my friends had just come to
accept this. They called me all the
time, and sent thoughtful emails
about their own losses, and supported
me in ways I never imagined. They
would just come to the store to spend
a whole day with me so Carl could
have a break, and they cooked us
food, and helped out with things.
Kathy Harr (whose mom is
terminally ill) made an extra effort
to call every Sunday and talk for
hours, always on her own dime. She
and I met through Ben Goldberg at
the first Terrastock, and Kathy had
become our booking agent. The two
of us became fast friends, and while
she was no longer booking bands
(what a sad day for indie rock
musicians in the USA) our
friendship was stronger than ever.
Our distribution reps (Helen at
Matador, Susie at Dutch East) would
call to check in on me and tell me
funny stories if I needed them (I
always did). And we toured in July
with Landing, the nicest group of
people I think I’ve ever met, and they
opened up their hearts and their
homes to us (I think we stayed at
Aaron & Adrienne’s half of the nights
we were out on the east coast). We
had big communal dinners and long
talks about politics and religion and
music and music and music and we
played good shows each night (I
didn’t have as much stage fright while
medicated!!) and had a wonderful
time. For a few hours each day I could
escape being miserable, and that
whole trip actually was like a vacation
from the real world - I had no
responsibility - every one else made
all the decisions and I just rode along
in the car like the family dog. It’s
weird after being a control freak your
whole life to just give it up, to literally
be just like the family dog - do
whatever you’re told, eat when
someone tells you, whatever is fine,
but that is how I felt. I couldn’t be
anything more - I was just
incapacitated.
We came home and life continued
on - slow, weird, Carl in charge. I
went for a lot of walks with friends
who would come to the store to see
me. I felt a need to be with people I
loved and trusted, both for safety and
for distraction, and a need to burn
off energy to help relieve my constant
anxiety. Carl and I had also started
walking the dogs everyday to help
with my nerves. One morning we got
up early to walk the dogs. Carl was
working on the computer in the front
bedroom, and I sat down to stretch
and turned on the TV. The
newscasters were yelling and saying
crazy things as the picture slowly
warmed up, and then I saw a picture
of the World Trade Center with a big
flame coming out of it. “What the
hell is that?!”, I thought. The
newscasters said a plane had hit the
tower, and was it a plane that was
going to crash anyway, or had gone
off course, or what? I called Carl and
we watched together for a few
minutes. This was really weird. What
was going on anyway? The news
people started saying it may have been
a terrorist attack and thinking that
was just crazy talk, we left to walk
the dogs.
Out of the yard, down two blocks,
around the park, turn the last corner
to come home. I say, “hey, if it was a
terrorist attack, I hope they don’t fly
a plane into the other tower”, and
Carl says that would be an awful
thing. We get in the house, turn on
the TV, and five minutes later the
second tower is attacked. Now, I have
a history of dreaming things before
they happen, or seeing things from
many miles away, of knowing
something is coming or has
happened, but this was the worst time
ever. Carl and I just looked at each
other. How many other people had
somehow known this, too? How
many other people had even let their
mind think such an awful thing and
then have it happen? It seems only
some of the people in the second
tower felt it, or thought it or saw it
coming, and started their evacuation.
The TV said 50,000 people could
have been in those buildings, but
calmed us somewhat by saying the
buildings couldn’t collapse, they were
built this special way, people could
get out and stuff. But it kept getting
worse. The flames grew bigger, debris
blew through the air, people were
dazed and injured. How many people
were in those buildings? How could
this have happened? What was going
on?
The newscasters said one of the
planes was from Boston. One of my
sisters lives in Boston, and travels
often for her job. I called my local
sister just to make sure everything was
okay. My Boston sis was home and
fine. A little relief. I thought of all
our New York City friends, Ben
Goldberg especially, and called his
parents to see what was going on. Ben
had found a way to contact his mom,
and he was alright. Thankful to hear
this news, I could only wait to find
out about our other friends. This was
agony. The not knowing part was just
agony.
We all know what happens after
that. We all know. This awful tragedy
that affected nations around the
world, that killed almost 3,000
people. Personally, the loss of my
mom had been huge and traumatic,
and now I tried to imagine how much
worse it must be for all those in New
York, in Pennsylvania, at the
Pentagon. I knew my mom was
dying, and while I may have not had
the relationship with her before her
death that I wanted, I knew her time
was coming. None of the families
affected on September 11th knew.
They were not going get the closure I
got, they would not have ashes they
knew belonged to their husbands,
wives, children, friends. Their void
would be so much greater than my
own. I felt an incredible tear in the
fabric of the universe. The depth of
this day and all it’s loss may take a
number of lifetimes to get through,
and I was thankful to be medicated,
even though I could still feel the loss
the world had experienced.
I now felt a need for my friends
who were far away. I wanted to see
them and hug them and cry with
them the way I had with my friends
locally. My global friends were
hurting, and I was hurting, and I
wished we could all be together. I
wanted (as did many others) a
Terrastock. I wanted it to be right
around the corner (time wise) in
October or November, like the last
few had been. I wanted it right then!
I felt a need to touch the people I
knew and loved, to see their faces, to
look in their eyes and feel their
presence. I needed the immediacy of
their smell and the tightness of their
hug. I wanted to hear their voices. I
needed to see these people, my
extended musical family, because I
felt loss, and lost, and scared and
alone. I had my family around me
when my mom passed, now I needed
my global musical family around me
as the world had lost so many
members of it’s family.
There was no Terrastock in 2001.
Phil had been on medication too and
fighting his own demons, so none had
been planned. I wouldn’t get to see
these friends of mine that fall. I would
have to wait. And while I was upset
to not immediately have my way, I
realised it probably would have been
cancelled had there been a Terrastock
scheduled for the fall of 2001 anyway.
Weird how those things work. Noone wanted to fly. No one wanted to
leave their house. The news was full
of terror, and warnings, and misery.
We got married on Thanksgiving
2001. Our families all came home
to be with us, as did Kathy Harr and
Landing, and we had a day of
celebration with the people we loved
and needed the most in our lives. It
helped us through a time we hope to
never experience again, both
personally and globally. The joy of
our marriage carried us forward for
many months, and in early 2002, the
word came: there would be a
Terrastock in the fall!! It would be
just like our wedding - our friends and
loved ones from around the globe
joining together for 3 days of love and
celebration. A re-entry into the
musical fellowship we had enjoyed in
years past and had so desperately
longed for in the year before.
Terrastock 5 had meaning to so
many people in so many ways. Ways
that maybe could not even be
expressed, except to look into the eyes
of the ones you loved and missed, and
see their presence in front of you, and
hear their voice. Terrastock 5 meant
things to me that only certain people
can understand, but it meant a great
deal to our musical community as a
whole. We needed the healing of
hearing each other’s voices and
music, of holding each other’s hands,
of knowing that we were okay.
Joe Turner and Phil and Aamir
Malik and Steph Costello did a great
job. There were bumps in the road,
yes, but when thinking of how much
work goes into these events, and how
much shit they had to deal with by
having to find a new venue in a short
time and keep the dates the same and
actually build a stage on Sunday
morning and a million and one other
things, they really did a good job.
Hundreds of hours of hard work so
we could all have a three-day party.
They even secured hotel rooms for all
of us (this was the first Terrastock
where we did not stay with friends and
sleep on their couch; we actually had
a hotel room with a beautiful view of
the river). And of course all the
volunteers, especially resident
curmudgeon Bob Rudell and his
great wife, Lynn, without who much
more chaos would have ensued.
We had a boxed set to sell at T5.
We had the box, and all the art. Our
CDs did not show up in time for the
weekend, but neither did the
Landing/Paik split, the Abunai!
12"s, the new Paik CD - and the
Kinski discs came but still had a
defect. Sometimes I think I am the
only one who has to deal with stupid
shit, but I think this time I was just
the only one who cried because of it.
The bands were awesome. Some
of them weren’t to my taste
(Motorpsycho - I didn’t care for their
whole showmanship thing, but Carl
and Paik loved them, which proves
again to me that age can have a big
effect on liking or disliking music they are all older than me!). Still,
Motorpsycho gave a great
performance and did a damn good job
of making the crowd happy, which is
really what we’re all here for - a
weekend of fun and music, so
obviously they fit right in. I think all
the bands gave a stellar performance.
Period. And here is why I think that:
do you have any idea how scary it is
to play to a group of people who
LOVE music? who know about the
festivals and have read the old reviews
and the Terrascope mag and know
what good psych is and on and on?
Do you know what that pressure feels
like? To know 500, or 600, or 700
people will be watching your every
move, taping you, taking pictures,
listening with an ear that KNOWS
music, an ear that knows what
mistakes sound like? It’s terrifying.
And not just to me, but to my friends
who are playing, to the bands I’ve
only met in passing, to the people I
don’t know yet. SHIT YOUR
PANTS SCARY!!! Just to be able
to get on stage and perform under
such circumstances is amazing, and
then to be good on top of it? Every
band there gets my thumbs up for
making it through their set in one
piece.
The first day was scary because we
had to play. My brain was fried, and
my body shook and I broke out in
hives and had an anxiety attack. Carl
had to hug me a lot, which is also
Daron from Landing’s job whenever
we play together, so I was practically
glued to either of them all day. Daron
has this incredible grounded energy,
and so whenever I turn into a helium
filled balloon and need to be brought
back to earth, Daron is perfect. He
has a big shoulder and a long arm,
and just hugs me back into my body.
I watched Pat Orchard wring
sounds out of his guitar that just
swooned, totally gorgeous washes of
beauty. I didn’t recognise Pat,
though, because in my mind he has
long thick curly hair, and this time
he had very short hair. I was glad the
bands were playing according to
schedule, or I would have been very
confused by Pat’s change. I saw
Stonebreath, and was once again
amazed at how intricate and wispy
and otherworldly their sound is. They
are great musicians on instruments
that aren’t conventional, and they
create the soft mythical underworld/
fantasy land sound that accompanies
every book on wizards and witches
and enchanted forests and fairies in
the flowers. Stonebreath are musical
storytellers, and fit into the festival
brilliantly.
I only saw a few moments of
Hopewell, and since Jay Russo is a
dear friend, I am very sad to have
missed their show. Carl and I had
personal business to attend to, and
had to take a break. (Pretty bad, huh,
to have only seen a little of the days
offerings and need a break already! I
feel like I was such a wimp listeningwise this year). When we got back to
the club, we had a short while before
the dinner break was over, so
Adrienne Snow took me for a long
walk through the neighbourhood to
help ease my anxiety. She could be a
championship walker! When we tour
together she and I walk everyday.
Even though it was raining it felt
good to spend some of my extra
energy. Then it was time for the
music to resume!
The Charalambides were godsends,
as watching them helped me prepare
for our set. I do not know how
Christina sings when she is so
nervous - her voice just comes out and
is beautiful. The girls were all dressed
up (dresses and heels and textured
hose - they looked as if about to play about everything, and it shows. What require at least 40). I ran around to
with the symphony orchestra) and the I remember from the end of the night ask for help – I asked Nick Bevis
music was sometimes dark, is a blur of guitars and hugs. A great Saloman (big hug and kiss, “How are
sometimes light and airy, very pretty end to Friday night. We did not go ya darlin’? Nice set”, etc, lots of hand
guitar swirls that took me right out out - we stopped by Paik’s room for a holding, usual Nick sweetness), but
of my body. In fact, the beer and a chat, and Rob’s (Paik no tambourine. I asked Rustic Rod,
Charalambides performance relieved guitarist) girlfriend Tonya had just who looked very healthy and in good
many of my own performance gotten off the plane to spend the spirits (must be all that singing about
anxieties, and I thank them weekend at the festival. She had wild spiders and dentures and crazy stuff
immensely for this!! I would have tales to tell about delayed planes and I heard him singing that morning only changed seeing them in one way airport searches and why her favourite which was excellent, by the way, and
- if I did not have to play at all, and bra broke just in time - she had balanced out by Nick’s riffage and
could have just laid down on the floor brought some “goodies” to Boston in guitar wandering - Ethereal
to listen. That would have been a real her bra, and had she been wearing Counterbalance is another of the
treat. But I saw the girls onstage, I her under wire bra, she would have festival’s staples, and rightfully so knew they were nervous, and I could been intensely searched as the wire they do a great job every time!), and
see - they had not fainted or wet their sets off the metal detector and then got a hug and a kiss, but no
pants, or thrown up on stage, and she would have been busted! Weird tambourine. He thought he may have
therefore I could get up there, too. miracles happen everyday.
a line on one, though, and off in a
We had to set up while the Major
different direction I went. Saw Phil,
Stars were on, so I missed most of
Saturday there was much stress - asked where Brendan was, got a hug
their set, but at least I got to hear not for us, but for our friends. Paik and a kiss (those Englishmen are so
some of Wayne’s guitar. He is great had forgotten a drum/cymbal/ fun!!), and a line on Brendan - but
at using an ebow (I still have lots to tambourine thingy (it’s an integral no tambourine. Then one of the
learn, and should watch Wayne and part of their sound) and Landing had Dipsomaniacs ran up and said he had
Kurihara more closely from now on). been put in a time slot that only left a tambourine we could borrow, and
And I remembered seeing Magic them ten minutes to set up (they it was okay to tape it to Ryan’s drum
Hour back home in Detroit, and what
great tones Wayne and Kate get.
Then it was time....
I can’t describe our performance,
but it felt good, and we like playing
with Ryan, so we managed to make
it through. I feel more relaxed with
Ryan on stage, because I feel as if
everyone is looking at him, and I
become invisible. It gives me a
freedom to create that I often times
do not feel. I have a hard time
improvising if I think people are
looking at me! How have I been
performing for nine years being this
nervous? Well, at least I don’t have
to use the toilet every 30 seconds like
I used to.
I have been told there were really
cheesy soft core porn bits being shown
while we played, which is unfortunate
because I just wanted the nice green
snow. The porn stuff sort of makes
sense though because we have a
number of friends who have told us,
very openly, “I had the best sex the
other night while one of your CDs
was on! thanks!!” and I get all
embarrassed because who wants to
think about your friends doing it to
start with, little to your own music...
kind of creepy... but we made it
through. We played loud, for once,
and we played, what I feel, to be more
of a psychedelic piece. It felt good to
be loud and free in front of everyone,
and I had such a great release when
we were done. Sometimes that is why
I play - the relief I feel when I’m done
was worth the nerves I felt before.
And then Ghost played. Great as
always. Ghost are so professional Some typical Nick sweetness - Photo by Stu Pope
kit! Problem one solved. One of the
best things about the Terrastock
weekends is the amount of
helpfulness to be found/had.
Everyone involved at one time or
another needs to borrow something
or lend something, and this adds to
the community spirit. Bands come
knowing they can lean on each other
for support or amps or a beer for the
nerves, and it is an asset to the festival
each year.
Found Brendan Quinn (Stage 2
manager) and asked how to relieve
Landing of an only 10 minute set
up time, at which point he said the
Essex Green could just go on the
other stage, and so then Landing’s
stress was relieved. I felt very happy!!
(Notice how the hug and kiss part was
missing from Brendan’s description
– only those English guys have it
goin’ on!). So I saw a little of Greg
Weeks, and it was really cold in that
room, and despite cold fingers I
thought they sounded great. They
didn’t hit any wrong notes (that I
could tell), and were very good about
being the “sound man/room sound”
testers of the day. Paik played next.
They were awesome. They practice so
much and it really showed. Yeah, they
were nervous as fuck, but they got
up there and acted tough and made
it through admirably. Great groove,
loud bass, loud guitar, Ryan doing
his stick twirl. I’m glad they were able
to use their own video during their
performance, because it adds a lot,
and helps the band feel like no one is
looking at them. (Why are we all so
shy? We need lessons from
Motorpsycho!) I loved knowing all
the songs, and seeing so many new
people discover them. Awesome!
I saw a tiny bit of Landing, and
had to take a break. This was when I
was crying out of frustration that our
CDs were at a shipping station in
Boston, but I was a nobody to UPS,
and so my discs just were not going
to be delivered. Carl and I had worked
so hard to get them done in time, and
I just couldn’t take the stress any
more. Ali from Paik took me to the
bar for a drink and a change of view.
(No, I don’t mean “an attitude
adjustment” ). I felt like it was okay
to miss Landing, because I’ve seen
them at least 20 times (I am a very
lucky girl!) and I knew they would be
wonderful. They always are. I also felt
bad to miss them, because it was their
first Terrastock, and they had seen
us at our first. At this point I need to
thank Jon Whitney (Brainwashed)
who was willing to drive me to the
UPS depot, and was the one who just
finally told me I had to let go of the
idea that the CDs would be coming.
He also hugged me while I cried, poor
man, which was sweet of him. I’m
glad he didn’t just leave me standing
there by myself in the doorway - he
was really comforting. That is one of
the things that means so much to me
about Terrastocks - how many of our
friends we get to see that otherwise
we just don’t get to. But it means
Terrastocks are like weddings - you
really only have a few minutes to
spend with each person you know. I
felt very scattered all weekend, and
did not spend much time with many
people.
I saw Surface of Eceon. Adam
Forkner’s wild hair waving! I am
positive that Adam is Mark Bolan
reborn, right down to the guitar and
the flowers and the stories about
dragons! The boys on stage just
jammin’! It was funny for me to see
that because they are soooooo mellow
when they play as Landing. Loud
crazy psychedelic loudness. I did not
care for the sound at the back of the
room, and it was too packed for me
to get much closer. Carl was upfront
(enough that he knew Adam’s socks
were hanging off his feet!) and said
the upfront sound was just amazing.
Everyone I talked to who was up close
loved it, and so I’m sad I stayed away
for too long to have squeezed up there
(in the past few years I have developed
a fear of being in a place I can’t easily
“escape” from, and so I stayed at the
back of the room for each band in
both rooms)
Damon and Naomi are staples of
the festival. They played the ‘Turn
of the Century’ song I love so much,
and as before they reminded me of
two canaries in a bright sun filled
room, sweet and pure and lovely. I
have always been amazed by Damon
& Naomi. I have been a fan for many
years. To be able to play at the same
festival as them just thrills me.
Naomi played her gorgeous red bass,
and the harmonium, and she and
Damon sang together and made
beautiful music. They also did a
protest song. One of the only ones
the whole weekend. I liked the feeling
of seeing something special, being a
part of something special. I had never
been anywhere that people were
protesting, and I liked thinking we
as a group were part of something
bigger, part of a group of people who
had a voice, and could at least try to
change the world.
Then Tom Rapp played, and made
me want to cry (the ‘Rocket Man’
song was so sad...) and his former wife
and singing partner Elizabeth was
amazing and I just loved it. I did not
know who Tom Rapp was until the
first Terrastock, and even then I just
did not catch on. Pearls Before
Swine? Who? Then I heard the
original version of ‘The Jeweler’, and
some other songs, and I said to
myself, “These are This Mortal Coil
songs!” I read the TMC liner notes
and saw that Tom had written some
of my favourite TMC songs, and
found myself feeling rather ignorant
about the whole thing. To see Tom
do ‘ The Jeweler’ live at T5 was
exhilarating, and while he played I
could hear the This Mortal Coil
version in my head, and the two
blended beautifully. People in the
crowd gave him so much respect, and
I saw this great evidence of music
transcending age, and how everyone
there was swept up in the moment,
and once again on Saturday night I
felt really a part of something
amazing.
Sunday was still cold and rainy,
and it was a mostly one-room event
from the evening onwards. I did not
see much in the way of music, firstly
because the room was so crowded, and
secondly that it was my last chance
to visit with my friends who I only
see at events like these. My musical
highlight of the day was the Lothars
who did an incredible set of earthy
droney aboriginal rhythm. Wow!! It
was the best Lothars set I’ve ever seen!
Dean had this mouth instrument
that made a great drone and he
seemed to be keeping the beat while
everyone else droned in deep tones
that reverberated through my body.
I really loved it. I went on to spend
the rest of the day with Kathy and
Josh (Harr and her sweetie), Ramona
(Lothar lady) and Landing. I just had
to spend time with our friends, even
if it meant standing out in the rain.
At one point I was able to talk to Ben
Goldberg’s mom on the phone! She
is the mother of every band Ben helps
out, and she has a heart of gold. And
then our time was over, and we went
back to the hotel early. We had a 15
hour drive the next day, and thought
we should be rested for it. Leaving
the club was sad. It was hard to say
goodbye to our friends. It meant so
much for me to see them, and see
that they were alive and okay, and I
did not want the weekend to end. I
did my best to not cry, especially
when I hugged Kathy Harr goodbye,
and the members of Landing. We
went back to the hotel, and spent a
little time with Tom and Christina
of the Charalambides. We had a
congratulatory drink to welcome
them to Kranky Records, the label
we now share as home. Then we went
to sleep, and started the long drive
home the next day.
I’d like to have seen more bands,
but I just can’t take in that much of
anything in a short period. This is
the biggest reason I think this festival
works, though - the music is similar
and yet diverse enough to let people
really indulge in the acts they love,
and get a taste of everyone else. And
how many other musical events allow
this kind of closeness and experience?
The audience is comprised of all
music fans, whether they are
musicians or writers or listeners from
the USA or the UK or anywhere else
in the world. The bands span from
world-renowned to just discovered,
and regardless of where they fit into
that span they are happy to have been
included, happy to meet new fans and
new bands, happy to share the joy of
the weekend with everyone else there.
You just can’t get this kind of
experience anywhere else. Terrastocks
are one of a kind.
Terrastock 5 report by: Windy
Weber, with an introduction by
Phil and additional editing by Will.