Street preacher at Phish Festival

[sugaree]

So, I went to Phish's three night concert event Superball over the weekend, and it wasn't just a great show, it offered me up a fundie sighting in the wild.

Friday night, after the second set, as the crowd emptied out of the venue proper heading out toward the campground, I heard a shouting voice ringing out something along the lines of "...and then you might even be tempted to have premarital sex!" And the crowd cheered.

I looked over and saw a young white man, tall, maybe in his twenties, wearing cargo shorts and a solid-colored tee shirt. He kept on shouting. Now, at this moment, I was not thinking that he was actually a street preacher; I thought he was a wasted concert goer being funny. But as he went on I thought to myself, "He really has the fundie lingo down." And then it occurred to me: he wasn't just amusing himself and the crowd. He was an honest to goodness evangelist, here in this den of inequity.

By the time I realized he was for real, I had been swept away by the crowd. And although I looked eagerly for him the next two days, he was no where to be found. Perhaps he was raptured away.

[debrand]

darn it. You could have gotten video for us on your phone.

[erunerune]

Yay! Phundies at Phish! I'm going to two nights of Phish at the Columbia River Gorge next month, so I will keep my eyes peeled for any phundie-liciousness. But I'm married, so I couldn't have pre-marital sex if I tried nowadays, though.

My husband will be thrilled to hear that his wife's pet internet hobby and his favorite band have inter-bred.

[sableduck]

I was at this Phish festival, as it was held in the town where I live and work. Actually I was working as a paramedic in the venue medical tent where I got a very interesting view of all the festivities.

I didn't see the street preacher though. I'm sorry for that, because after 40 hours straight of treating drug overdoses, I was ripe for salvation.

[sugaree]

Which medical tent? I had to seek treatment, and I really wanted to rush in clawing at myself and screaming "I'M FREAKING OUT! I'M FREAKING OUT! THERE ARE BUGS UNDER MY SKIN...no, actually it's a scratched cornea that keeps getting reinjured. Could you tape my eye shut please?" I totally would have done it had I not been afraid there were actually psychedelic overdosees down the cots who would freak out even more at my hysteria before I could get to the punchline.

How did you find the crowd? One security guy told me it was a lot more relaxing than your average NASCAR rally. Fewer fights, less nudity. We're like, "Yeah, well, we're not drunken rednecks. At least not that kind of drunken redneck."