Although the name of this ENTITY OF THE WEEKEND may not mean anything to you the circumstances around him are astounding. This weekend’s entity is a contrast to the first ever entity Terence Tao. Where Terence brought wonder and excitement to a field as dry as mathematics, Dugas brought terror and danger to a field as exhilarating as SEX.
The Gathering of the Juggalos has returned for its 11th year and organizers have released another incredible infomercial. This year’s video features Vanilla Ice – clearly at the pinacle of his career -dressed as an alien and addressing a talking head (Violent J, for you ninjas). Kings of the festival, the Insane Clown Posse, are obviously headlining but other notable acts include Twiztid, Blaze Ya Dead Homie (yes, that is one person’s stage name), the Anybody Killa and, of course, the Psychopathic Rydas.
While the main stage is the focus of the 4 day spanning festival, the Gathering also offers more wholesome activities like signings, carnival games (“hosted by low-life carnies who only want your cash”) and the 2011 Miss Juggalette contest. Considering how well the Juggalos treated Tila Tequila last year, this will no doubt be an upstanding display of chivalry with mild applause for educated responses to the judges questions.
In the end it’s almost too easy to make fun of this festival. Gathering thousands of the most degenerate people in America and putting them in a collective space where their disgusting habits and poor music taste are celebrated seems laughable. However, it’s impossible to deny the success of the festival and its powerful message of unity and brother and sisterhood. Here, outcasts are able to fit in. Things that would generally seperate them from society are now their main bonds of friendship. And while you might disagree with everything this festival stands for (I certainly do), sometimes its alright to let assholes step forward and make fools of themselves. We spend a lot time making a big huff about it while the Juggalos are just stoked to smoke a joint, drink some Faygo and watch their favourite bands.
At the end of the day all the alien wants are “good times and hard rhymes”, and isn’t that what we all want?
Aislinn and I take it to the streets with and our guide, Anne Liberty Belle America. There were alleyways, rooftops, and horrible, beautiful 4am hamburgers.
Here at the S&C camp we are a regular bunch of stick-puck fans. Sure, we occasionally find ourselves on the odd bandwagon (Nashville, San Jose, LA, and so on) but deep down it’s all just a matter of following the best beards.
Now, ladies and gentlemen, I give to you an ode to our boy, Milan Lucic.
Coming from a modest boxing career, an exceptional hockey career, and a quick thinking kind of hilarity (albeit a 10 minute misconduct), Lucic holds our hearts in his crazy, Serbian-Canadian mitts. His nose is as powerful as his game – and we are digging all of it.
Last night, taunting Alex Burrows after the “bite-gate” debacle.
As a teen boxer.
Have at it, you beautiful, terrifying man.
Bodega Girls have done you a solid by creating you a little mixtape of our favorite summer jams, a mix so tight, you’ll swear it’s made of spandex. From Captain Beefheart to Husker Du, we’re getting you all hot and nostalgic in this post-rapture heatwave mix. So put down your windows, turn up the stereo, and get ready to be one with summer. Enjoy yourselves, homies!