It was August and then it was abruptly November. Her internal calendar is all shot to hell.

It was an incredibly busy summer. The art collective (hey there, EFDs!) created this beautiful mural at Bonnaroo. Isn’t it pretty?

(Eagle-eyed readers will note that you can get a FREE iPhone wallpaper with the same design on this very site.)

Be sure to check out E Flat Dillinger-land for pics of our Dustaroo adventures and the collective’s most recent performance art piece, the Original Splendiferous Fantastical Magical Mime Spectacular Spectacle. Hux is still scrubbing the faint traces of white makeup from her face (seriously, that shit does not come off).

Hux is busy with all sorts of fun projects this winter, so updates will be fairly sporadic. But there will be some new pretty drawrings going up in the gallery and the opportunity to buy some of Hux’s creative crochet work. In the meantime–if you want a picture drawn or a hat made to look like a sea anemone–you can always reach her here.

Love. From. Hux.

Rev. King, Kevin, and Amazon Maxx about to hit the Shakedown.

Oh, I had a grand old damn time, my darlings!

Now that I’m properly bathed, rested up, and supplied with photographs of my exploits, I’ll be posting the highlights of Roo 2009. Stay tuned this week for pics and write-ups of a Bonnaroo wedding (congrats to Cat and David), candy distribution along the shakedown, delightful run-ins with old friends, lovely introductions to new ones, and even a possible UFO sighting (for serious).

If you’re one of the many charming people I met at Bonnaroo, thank you for being awesome. We are kindred souls, and I thank you for coming to visit my humble internet home.

Keep checking back, deareys: there’s a whole lot on the way!

Love from hux

Hux and Cuppy

We managed to find an ideal spot for our tent this year—by dint of lugging our inconvenient luggage from the campsite in Egypt where we had been parked and pitching our tent elsewhere, we ended up with the most convenient location you can imagine. Seconds from the shakedown, the facilities, the showers; its most appealing feature was the fact that we were on the corner of two major roads and could people-watch to our heart’s content.
After the exertion of moving our shit we were worn out, and settled in for an afternoon of observation. Horse-mounted cops trotted by with the clanging sound of hooves, brightly-decorated taxis zoomed by carrying loads of happy Rooers who shouted out greetings. But the highlight of the afternoon was a broadly-smiling, heavily tanned fellow who was strolling casually down the road carrying a bubble-machine in full blast.
We shrieked our approval, and he reciprocated by bringing the bubble-machine into our tent. Within seconds, our humble abode was transformed into something magical—bubbles gushed from the machine, flew up to the ceiling, and bounced off again in the most enchanting way. We were transported.
The same kind gentleman looked in on us often over the course of the next few days. And when we ran into him on Sunday, we bought us corn dogs. You’re good people Cuppy, and I look forward to seeing you soon!!

Maxx

It was my first Bonnaroo, and I was looking forward to it with a peculiar blend of anxiousness and anticipation. I’m not a crowd-girl, generally speaking, and the thought of tens of thousands of people rather terrified me. But Maxx had been the year before and, due to her magnanimous nature, had made me the gift of a ticket that I might experience the delights of Roo for myself.
Excitement began to replace any social terrors as our car made its way through the campground. Laughing people were hanging out of their car windows; the workers who directed the way were brim-full of joie de vivre; and the cry of “Bonnarooooooooooooo!!!!” was on everyone’s lips. As soon as we were parked, we began the usually tedious process of setting up the tent—but even this chore was made exquisitely joyful by the atmosphere around us. Maxx, unable to contain herself, began to dance a jig—hammer in hand—and I knew then that I would have a spectacular time.

Bonnaroo Jesus, 2007

It was a drought year—fiendishly hot and dusty as all get out. The heat index was in the low 100s; whenever great masses of people would move towards the stages the scene resembled nothing so much as the setting of a Mad Max film, Rooers with bandanas tied across their faces like sweaty bank robbers, grasping their friends’ hands and blindly staggering along through dust clouds of apocalyptic proportions. As Kitty and I were making our slow and filthy way towards the What Stage, an interesting spectacle presented itself…

Right in the middle of the pathway, tall and serene and utterly lost in space (due, no doubt, to some mind-altering substance) stood a long-haired man. His shirt bore the image of Jesus, to whom he bore a remarkable resemblance, and with hands outstretched he seemed to be blessing the throngs. People touched him reverently as they passed him by, but he noticed nothing—he had Heaven on his mind.

A delightful moment from Bonnaroo 2008

You see, my dears, I am a Bonnaroo fanatic and this will be my fourth excursion to the  fields of the blessed. I maintain a state of delighted anticipation the entire year ‘twixt Roos—it is, for a creature such as myself, the ultimate catharsis; the chance to wallow in creative pleasure and make an utter spectacle of myself. The chance to dress up in costume and hand out candy to a plethora of fascinating strangers whilst listening to amazing music comes along only once a year, and I relish it to the fullest.

I look forward to it so much that I want to share my experiences with you all. This will be the Huxley King Bonnaroo 2009 headquarters—you’ll be able to download exclusive HuxLux Bonnaroo designs for your iPhone and computer, read my write-ups of my favorite moments from the festival, and see the awesome pics I’ll be taking with any fucking cool campers that strike my fancy. (Who knows? It could be you, my little chickadee!)

It promises to be a stellar year; the lineup is dreamy and my droogs and I have been planning our creative donations to the atmosphere for months. So be sure to check back often in the weeks that follow—Hux is going to have plenty to say.

See you there?

–hux