[.ca] The Music Festival Guide: For Music Lovers and Musicians (ISBN 155652515X)

Whoa!:
I am really anticipating this book alot. I go to alot Blue Grass Folk and festivals around all over and having a book of ideas for guiding me will really be a good thing. I bet its good and want to read it alot.

This book helped me triumph over my hatred of jam bands:
This book is a rollicking romp through hundreds of music festivals across the US of A. I think the authors really like jam bands like Radberry Surprise and the Jamfactory because the best writing was about the jam festivals. I'm about to leave a 7 year lesbian relationship and set out across America to spend a year at music festivals and the two books I will bring with me are "The Music Festival Guide" and "Iacocca".

Resplendent!:
Hark the the authors of gentlenaught! Quite a fanciful book indeed, but for where art thine Druid Folk Festival? Missing? Aye, missing indeed. Where lutes are lusty, women busty, and the bards do belt with drunk advance, you'll find me and mine singing and dancing with my boots outside my pants.

Jam Bands:
There has been much hype for The Music Festival Guide and its self defense benefits. I purchased this book with high hopes that it could provide some insight into the frightening realism of defense from an armed assailant. What I got, however, was short reviews of jam band festivals which give you less than a fifty fifty chance of survival from a dangerous encounter. Ground fighting is non existant, and the manner in which you defend yourself in several of these situations does not include controlling the weapon, a fundamental concept in street effective self defense. Overall, I would not reccomend this book for anything more than a reference to music festivals.

First entry I read got it wrong:
I just got this book today and the first entry I went to was the Detroit Electronic Music Festival (DEMF). Well, the authors got it wrong. First off - as of late 2002 this festival doesn't exist anymore. It's now the Movement festival. I know there are delays involved in publishing but I would hope that there would be some amendment or last minute change because all of the contact info is already wrong/out of date. Chock it up to the accelerated development of electronic music (and the drama involved with the behind the scenes business of this festival). So, I feel I should make the corrections here. First off - as I stated before, it's not the Detroit Electronic Music Festival (DEMF) anymore. It's called Movement. Their website is here http://www.movementfestival.com/ The date listed, "Third week in May", is rather vague. It's Memorial Day Weekend every year - May 29 -31st. The location is correct. Hart Plaza. I have no idea why the authors gave the admission a three dollar sign price ($$$). The festival is FREE. Always has been (even when it was DEMF) and hopefully always will be. Maybe the authors were suckered by a quick witted Detroit resident "charging admission"? If the authors read this I'd really like to know why they assigned it three dollars. If you attended any of the past festivals (DEMF or Movement) you'd know it's free. The contact info is also wrong. Pop Culture Media has nothing to do with the festival anymore (part of the drama I mentioned earlier). Check the Movement website for info. One final quibble - the authors mention Frankie Bones as a "house legend". Frankie *Knuckles* is a house legend - Frankie Bones is arguably closer to techno. Other than that the authors are correct then they say that Detroit "would know how to throw the best party." What is the saying? "No one parties like a Detroit party cuz a Detroit party don't stop." Until the cops come that is. Make sure you get there early in the week for the pre-festival parties, stay out during the weekend for the late night parties, and stick around after the weekend for some post-fest events. But leave the glowsticks at home. I hope the rest of the book is more accurate for everyone's sake. I certainly don't want to find out the hard way that I was given incorrect info - standing there looking at an empty field.