Just when we thought ATP couldn’t get any better — it did.
Heroes were met as we gave Jeff Mangum, Phil Elverum and others our zine; we saw bands that we never thought we’d ever get to see like the Minutemen, Robyn Hitchcock, Roscoe Mitchell, Jeff Mangum himself; we saw Jason for the first time since we left for India back in December; we had drunken nights watching Community and closed-eye hallucinations during Oneohtrix Point Never; we wandered the beach at low tide in the thickest fog I’ve ever seen; we saw spontaneous, once-in-a-lifetime collaborative performances; we made lots of friends; we were attacked by seagulls; we didn’t sleep much.
I was plagued by camera trouble over the weekend. The batteries in my flash died and I forgot to bring replacements, as well as my film camera taking a minor knock and making the shutter stick on occasion. Of all the photos I took, only half came out, which is a great shame, but nevertheless: best ATP ever.
I’m very sad we won’t be going to another one for at least a year and a half. Bring back the May ATPs.