Suwannee Hulaween announces a powerhouse, multi-genre lineup for momentous 12th annual edition. Not That it Matters…But the Suwannee Hulaween “25 Lineup is Fire. We would go no matter who played. It’s so much more than music but that’s happening about twenty-four hours a day. The food, art, comedy, merch, collective silliness and overall spectacle are hard to beat. Join us at the Poncho Tree on Tuesday before the festival for the Hulaween Pre-Party. Headliners include The String Cheese Incident, ILLENIUM, Parcels, Goose (2x sets), Zeds Dead, LSZEE (LSDREAM + CloZee), Joe Russo’s Almost Dead, DJ Pee .Wee (aka Anderson .Paak), Glass Beams, Sammy Virji, The Disco Biscuits (2x sets), Tape B b2b Mersiv (plus solo sets), and Disco Lines. Additional performers include special guests Gorgon City, Jade Cicada, Tinlicker (DJ set), plus ATRIP, Alex Wann, Arc De Soleil, BLOND:ISH, Daniel Donato’s Cosmic Country, Digable Planets, Dogs In A Pile, Dr. Fresch, Franc Moody, it’s murph, Le Youth, Maz, moe. (2x sets), Molly Tuttle, Odd Mob, Peekaboo, Pigeons Playing Ping Pong, Sultan + Shepard (DJ set), The Infamous Stringdusters with Sierra Hull, Tractorbeam, Westend, YDG, and more. Thursday, October 30 – Sunday, November 2, 2025 at Spirit of the Suwannee Music Park in Live Oak, Florida. Tickets on sale now “With Hulaween in its 12th year, we reflect on the magic that has kept us going, fueled by our belief in this community and experience. Through everything, the heartbeat of this festival remains the same—our love for the culture, the music, the park, and the HulaFam that make it all possible. It’s an honor to keep challenging ourselves, creating, celebrating, learning how to do & be better, and evolving together. This year is going to be special.” – Michael Berg, Hulaween co-founder Following last year’s historic Suwannee Hulaween – where Bob Weir performed with The String Cheese Incident for a once-in-a-lifetime collaboration – the iconic independent music festival has just announced a powerhouse, multi-genre lineup for its 12th annual edition. Set to return to its beloved home at Spirit of the Suwannee Music Park in Live Oak, Florida, Hulaween 2025 will take place from Thursday, October 30 – Sunday, November 2, 2025. Hulaween 2024 official aftermovie Hulaween 2025’s masterfully curated lineup brings Hulaween 2024 Aftermovie together with world-renowned musicians from every sonic corner of the dancefloor, many of whom are playing the festival for the very first time. This year’s debut dance music headliners include LSZEE (collaborative project of bass masters CloZee & LSDREAM), UKG purveyor Sammy Virji, versatile music aficionado DJ Pee .Wee (aka Anderson .Paak, who is bringing his DJ alias to Hulaween after playing the festival in 2016 and 2019 with his Free Nationals band), house DJ/producer Disco Lines, and Tape B b2b Mersiv (playing together at the festival for the first time, and as well as bringing back their vaunted solo sets following previous Hulaween solo performances). Photo credit: taragracerfoto Hulaween will also usher in festival debut live performances from Australian electro-pop group Parcels and psychedelic rock outfit Glass Beams.

Photo credit: aaronbradleyphotochicago These artists will be accompanied by heavy-hitting Hulaween veteran headliners such as festival-ringleaders The String Cheese Incident, acclaimed indie-jam quartet piece Goose (2x sets), Hulaween staple Joe Russo’s Almost Dead, and Philadelphia-bred jamtronica outfit The Disco Biscuits (2x sets + a rare performance by their all instrumental side project alias, Tractorbeam, late night at Spirit Lake) – a collection of acts that reinforce Hulaween’s roots in band-focused music. Photo credit: taragracerfoto On the electronic music front, Hulaween is bringing back headliners such as Deadbeats-label bosses / bass music juggernauts Zeds Dead, and Billboard-charting producer ILLENIUM. The Hulaween 2025 lineup also boasts an impressive array of dance music support acts making their festival debut, such as genre-blending master ATRIP, Parisian afrohouse artist Alex Wann, Dutch electronic music duo Tinlicker (DJ set), infectious electronic producer Odd Mob, G-house producer Dr. Fresch, bruising bass music artist YDG, tech-house guru Westend, genre-blending house maestro it’s murph, melodic house duo Sultan + Shepard (DJ set), electronic experimenter Jade Cicada, melodic house expert Le Youth, and Latin-infused tech-house producer Maz. Photo credit: taragracerfoto Dance music acts returning to Hulaween include beloved UK house duo Gorgon City, dubstep king PEEKABOO, and ABRACADABRA-label boss BLOND:ISH. Photo credit: aaronbradleyphotochicago On the live front, acts making their debut festival performances include soulful producer/multi-instrumentalist Arc De Soleil, rock/country jammer Daniel Donato’s Cosmic Country, iconic jazz-infused hip-hop trio Digable Planets, genre-blending New Jersey quintet Dogs In A Pile, and 2 sets from legendary jam rock band moe. Photo credit: jstrausservisuals Veteran Hulaween live acts returning for 2025 include funky indie-dance duo Franc Moody, virtuosic guitar player Molly Tuttle, funk-jam band Pigeons Playing Ping Pong, and bluegrass outfit The Infamous Stringdusters featuring a rare special guest addition of two-time GRAMMY-nominated artist Sierra Hull during their set. Photo credit: taragracerfoto The Hulaween 2025 lineup is rounded out by acts such as BALTHVS, Ahadadream, Baauer, borne, Cole Knight, Colton Bowlin, Conducta, Distinct Motive, Grace Bowers & The Hodge Podge, Jigitz, Linska, Mary Droppinz, Nikita, The Wicked, OkayJake b2b Stvsh, Oma, Parlor Greens, Shadowgrass, Shima, SIPPY, SML, SunSquabi, Susto String Band, Villager, Vincent Antone, WonkyWilla, and more. Photo credit: stephportphotos Hulaween is also thrilled to announce that the 360-stage experience OFF LIMITS will be returning for the 2025 edition following a wildly successful debut in 2024. The stage is located at Spirit Lake and features underground dance music programming curated by DEF, as well as fire effects by Incendia and a Funktion-One sound system. Last year’s OFF LIMITS performers included acclaimed names such as Azzecca, Justin Jay b2b Nala, Riordan, Taiki Nulight, Will Clarke, and more. Photo credit: PatrickHughes Since its inception in 2013, Hulaween has evolved into one of the country’s most coveted cross-genre affairs. Over the course of the past decade, Hulaween has hosted a plethora of world-class artists at the Spirit of the Suwannee’s idyllic grounds, which serves as the perfect setting for attendees to fully immerse themselves in Florida’s lush, enchanting nature. Photo credit: jstrausservisuals Hulaween’s Spirit Lake is heralded as one of the leading immersive art experiences across American festivals, brimming with talented sculptors, fire/metal workers, painters, performance art thespians, and lighting designers. Attendees can revel in lakefront holographic projection mapping, hypnotizing light shows, and interactive installations. Photo credit: stephportphotos Hulaween offers a variety of ticketing tiers for the 2025 festival, including GA+, which offers a dedicated lounge with a private bar, access to air-conditioned restrooms, and a concierge service. Primitive camping is included with GA, GA+, and VIP ticket options with car/RV camping passes available for an additional purchase. VIP ticketing tiers include VIP admission, indoor bathrooms, VIP viewing areas, swag bags, complimentary golf cart rides, and VIP primitive camping for Mummy and Werewolf. The Witch VIP package (SOLD OUT) also includes a pre-set glamping tent and 2 VIP admission tickets plus catered meals. The Goblin (SOLD OUT) and Vampire packages include VIP amenities plus an RV pass and VIP admission for 2 or 4 people, respectively. The Zombie package includes a VIP cabin on-site at the festival, VIP amenities, and VIP admission for 4 people. Attendees can also opt to purchase early arrival passes to set up their campsites ahead of the festival opening on Thursday. Tickets are available to purchase at https://hulaween.com/. Stay tuned for additional Hulaween announcements, including the OFF LIMITS programming by DEF for the 2025 edition. Photo credit: PatrickHughes

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sashay (v) – to walk in an ostentatious yet casual manner, typically with exaggerated movements of the hips and shoulders.

They came with purpose, three “gentlemen” poets who without drive or design would be sitting in the depths of the shadows, fraternity style. This was something altogether different. If you build it, they will come. Even without Big Betty the template proved effective, once again in creating a small space where magik is want to happen. Good job Tommy Lazarus. Back from the dead. Anything helps. And Ka’aoli the diplomat. With friends like these, who needs enigmas?

You have found yourself deeper into your forest. This is the maze inside the maze and the game within the game. It’s just life but at this level, everything is more than it seems. Somewhere hidden is the key that unlocks all doors. There’s two jokers in every deck and you must be this tall to ride this ride. This is March in the sunshine state and the parade of the ouroboros has continued to bear fruit as the procession’s promise to travel Florida without the use of interstates plays out in beautiful detail. The slower pace, the moss covered backroads, less cops and hideaway surprises. This was a page out of Tamiami’s book in a season when everything reminded Lucy of him. No one loved Florida more than he, from the moss-covered backroads to it’s whelk covered beaches. Wherever he went he was sashaying. After months in the high country winter, her clothes were suited for this climate as it remained the medicine to cure all ailments.

Ka’aoli knew from experience that a monster pile of firewood was the main ingredient for the party they were trying to build and it was far easier than being talented or even clever. The consigliere forked out the pretty penny for lumber in a county where recently, half the trees had been knocked down. Same as it ever was, this is the potluck. The bi-annual celebration where both the Hatfields and the McCoys come to frolic in the forest together. The fire would need to burn long into the night. After all, this is Live Oak.

Payasita and an invite to Clown Town. Lucy didn’t know if the little girl clown was the downest to clown but she was definitely downer than most. Always willing to learn from professionals. Lucy wasn’t certified by measure but she was easily influenced as soon as Payasita planted a clown nose on her beak. She was a crying on the inside clown in a band of  “curious” Winnie the Poohs.

They banged a gong a couple weeks earlier at Amp Jam and it had been a special return to the park. Tuesday of this week one could look around the kamp party and realize that Spring Reunion was going to be a remarkably “heady” endeavor. The roster was filled with attendees of an unusually colorful palette and this cast of characters would come with their own set of motivations and direction. Oh the humanity!

The sun shines on every dog’s butt once. The Counselor was in the right when he pushed for the high vibration, low impact this year. After last year’s debacle they had been judged and found wanting. With scant amounts of control and focus, this year was the right sauce, and in this scene, with it’s love and protection, stirred a contagion of the highest impact. Where the magic happens. Where the rubber meets the road. Not in the dark, behind rows of tapestries. Welcome to Johnny Sixpack’s, home of the smoked-cracked rib and right on the street, with the people. In the Suwannee dirt, where everything comes from. You are the super spreader event. The jam on the jelly roll.

Welcome to Jamkamp. Abandon hope all ye who enter here. Your only hope is, come morning, you’re left with at least one kidney. They’d learned everything they could from Waffle, Sunshine, Scotty Smiles and Space Dog and this year the Hobo Kamp was raised by the crisis unit. Tommy Lazarus, Ka’aoli of the Cracked Rib and Lucy Loo. From Easy Ed Broyles they learned to keep the guitars warmed up. Dance monkey dance. From Pedro’s wisdom, they put the fire out by the street. This game is chess, not checkers. This crowd was getting better at creating and wiping away their footprint at the Suwannee. Certainly not bad work if you can get it. Find out how to get paid for doing what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life. What did Blanco sing? “We’re gonna do it even if it doesn’t pay.” Thanks to the pickers from Fireside Collective and Glass Camels for joining the circle. Thanks to Rooster for sliding in with the Lionel Richie three-shot. It doesn’t pay to well, but the campfire jams at Suwannee Spring Reunion are best version of something.

Somewhere along the way, Capt. Dominique Michelle noted the nearly sacred timing that was beginning to occur at random. Lucienda figured it was happening everywhere and a result of a higher level of spiritual planning. Completely by accident, but at the same time, cultivated and practiced. They didn’t even recognize they were holding the key ring, opening all the doors. Step inside, we’ve been waiting for you.

They came from the high country as well. The 828 sent their best and brightest, men who claimed towers for a living, scraping their knuckles on the very heavens. Pirate of the Sea? More like fruitcake of the Sea. Was Wizard’s Lord of the Rings rag a map of Watauga County, North Carolina. You absolutely cannot make this stuff up. Somewhere along the way they had exchanged key cards; the Fruitcake of the Sea was now a Debris Monitor and Lucienda was an Energy Advisor?

Varying dimensions and more. Lucy was surrounded by people who claimed to be able to see different dimensions and beings from those dimensions. Lucy, an admitted simpleton knew she was grounded, literally to the dirt of this dimension and was unable to see others. The hard truth was that Lucy was busy enough dealing with this plateau of reality and at the end of the day, was busy trying to figure out this circus and these monkeys. This firmament here was more than enough for her simple reptilian brain.

A Pirate’s Life. When it came to boots on the ground, the administrative crisis team earned their money. What’s a Kamp to do with grease balls? The wooks were either working or paying their way while the “respectful”folks were the ones trying to slide. Be careful the long arm of the hook. They had the Ween flag, the Kenny Chesney and all manner betwixt and between. As usual, Kamp Happiness went home with none as they had been pilfered and pillaged by their own fleet as they had done to them the day before. It had always been an uncomfortable alliance, but after they cleaned the entire camp of jolly’s they and ate eat other like rats in a barrel. Frightening. Unpleasant. Predictable fun. Colorful were the stories of men who passed through dangerous waters, unaware they were being hunted. This is how we learn. As he walked by the Fallout Shelter about nine in the morning he noticed his Jolly Roger hanging over Lucy’s Kamp. He barked, “That’s my flag! My wife bought me that flag. It’s very special. Someone stole it this morning.” Lucy chirped back, “Yes sir, that was me. It was about five-thirty this morning. A real stealth mission with a small team. Thanks for making it so easy.” As Lucy turned to get the flag down for the gentleman she quickly turned, “Before we go any further. Full disclosure sir. We have slopped paint all over your flag and tagged it. Pedro accidentally wrote Amp Jam. Just don’t want you to freak out anymore when you see it.” Or the Ween fan; “I don’t have to steal it back, it’s mine!” I’m not sure that math checks out sir. Just be careful, we are reasonably respectful but we are not the only pirates in this forest.

Barbarella’s brown chili went down well with Bobby’s tequila and bag of beers. Did Dylan really restring his own doghouse bass with twine? How does Shakes lose a tank and come back with the same bass? Strange bedfellows to be sure. Don’t threaten me with a good time. Whether it was Sgt. Sargent playing Lowell George or Steve Click opening with “Lawyers, Guns and Money”, the proof is in the pudding and the truth remains, this is our pickin’ festival. The family jam is the butter on the biscuit. It’s the four am push that goes all the way to the next morning. When it’s real good and everyone is in the pocket…don’t touch that dial. Just ride it out baby. There will be ample time for sleep when you’re dead. Even Tommy Lazarus complained about the six am set but, as always, he was just fooling. He knew that’s exactly where he wanted his festival dollar to go.

It was Sticky Finger Nick’s dirty thirty birthday and yes, the question was how that thug ever made it past twenty-seven. Some mysteries are best left unsolved. The Krewe le Confusion had harvested some of the bivouac material and built a replica of a mainsail that filled with wind, and along with the jolly Rogers, burst forth in a vision of Spanish galleon majesty on the hunt for booty. There was no way that woman was his real mother. She was way too classy. A mix up in the hospital perhaps?

Her Spaceness was hoping to be baker acted as soon as possible, that way she would be back in 72 hours with time left to enjoy the show. Lessons learned from Scottie Smiles years ago. She remembered a page out of his book, just tape her to a tree and hang bells around her to keep away the crazies. No sarcasm, he pleaded. It was not going to help in the long run. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?

Gnome on the Range. Who knew? Ticks are attracted to forest gnomes so it is behooven to you to have a few around. They end up covered with ticks and Lyme disease, thus slippery face. Sorry Gnomita, Bell’s Paulsey is no excuse for bad behavior. There’s no place like gnome when you’re comfortably gnome. Not to mistaken for an elf, the gnome apparently found a semi-crusted dinosaur footprint in Luke Sidewalker’s retention pond. Great gravy, one sees plenty of strange and unusual science in these woods. Be wary not to collect too many gnomes. One or two is perfect. Any more than that and they can be a real handful, especially if they think they’re being clever, which is usually.

It rings for thee, not me. It was a whose who of the best and the brightest. Trinket and all her sass was there. K$ was there. Blanco led the music circle while blowing flames of moonshine. The Gravedigger split the Cialis and the engineer came away with the Mississippi blue-ribbon, most improved award. He selflessly strung up the camouflage bivouac before proceeding to purge his tequila completely on the Oldsmowagon’s front tire. For what was thought to be his curtain call he lifted his frame completely off the ground and slung himself, sideways through Tommy Lazarus’ screened in kitchen, crushing both table and prep station. After that low water mark, he did somehow manage to pull himself together and advance with little or no drama. He even managed to score some tail which seemed unfathomable at the time. Thank you Lightnin’ Steve for the Lost Lands ground score. The rest of the bivowak ended up with Capt. Delsin and the Suwannee River Pirate thugs.

The family jam boasted the talents of Leonard the Broken Banjist, Ka,aoli and the ten-year plan, Rooster, the Cock of the Walk, Blancito, Gravedigger and more. Patrick lead the sunrise session as the Suwannee faithful watched another day break over the forest. Please remember that posting videos of KH is strictly forboden.

When exactly did Sean get the keys to the castle and the house divided golf cart? Nothing’s free in this world. Enjoy that Jamaican dry rub my friend. And speaking of the higher vibration, I hope Grandpa Jack had a good time at Spring Reunion. Promises had been made. After the low vibration of last year, Lucienda had given assurances to the Ain’t Sisters that this year they would make an effort to remember this was a family bluegrass festival and not a completely different animal. There would be no amplification of any sort (except for the spitting gnome). They donated the megaphone to Camp Wet Noodle out by the Farm Field. Thanks to Rick for rigging the megaphone with some type of lawn mower battery. The boys are back in town. Tommy Lazarus had brand new teeth. Ladies, the line forms to the right. Richard donated a hooka to the KH smoking room. Thanks to all of the premier premium card holders for supporting the beautiful people. It’s the key that opens all doors and with great power comes great responsibility.

Suwannee River Pirates. A big takeaway this festival was sailors realizing they were in unsafe waters. It’s good when reasonable adults can come together and parlay in good faith. But mind you, we are not the only pirates in these woods. There are other clans in the River Pirate family and they are not so respectful. They are the other, separated by disrespect and hair mites. The hard truths remain; when they steal your flag from us, you are no longer dealing with us, you have a new problem, wheeling and dealing with uncultured swine. If you love your Ween jolly, keep it close, ever so close. There is no stoppin’ what can’t be stopped. At some point the truth reared its ugly head in the realization that most of the kamps stealing flags back and forth were members of the same family. It really makes it tough for an outsider who doesn’t know what’s going on.                           This is how we learn.

Beware the wenches. These are loose alliances, writ the faintest pencil. At some point, we eat our own. In one rare case, The Pirate of the Sea woke up to a madman slurping rum from his belly button. Just lie back and let it happen and you’re welcome.

VIP goes to Ka,aoli. The Consigliere. The Counselor. Only break one law at a time and don’t be quick to call parents when life goes sideways. Lies through omission. The five year plan even bore fruit as his accordion stylings didn’t end up with him being taped upside down to a turkey oak. What you call rachet he pronounces rachay. High Vibration. Low Impact

Visit the Spring Reunion website and like their social media sites on Facebook. Check out the basement pulp of our Wook Wranglers line of state of the art social media outlets. The world is yours. Thank you to the staff, the park, the procurers of other camps, the loose nuts and bolts and mostly the underbelly of Kamp Happiness that continue to help provide a open place for all to congregate and unspool. Even gnomes. Although honestly, you let a few gnomes move in and well…you get it. Gnomification.

They spent Monday night with the bourgeoisie on river road, not far from Kendall and Kendall. They spent Tuesday down the street in some cracker house that belonged to the first governor or Florida. You can’t write this stuff. Believe what you want. You think we publish, higgly-piggly all that’s fit to print? Heckfire no, if we recounted half the stuff that gets caught in the net we’d be shut down like a bad daycare. Loose lips sink ships and those are the stories of a bygone era. It’s the straight and narrow from here on out.

Now they were headed out. naturally with Whorehay, with a bee-line to Steph’s house and then it was due south, along with side B of Jimmy Buffett’s Son of a Sailor. He was headed to the mouth of the rat and Pedro and Senor Rivera in Delray. It’s still spring in Florida with a top speed of three-quarter time. Plan A was still in effect.

Keep up with the Wranglers as we dangle lightly until Resonate Suwannee in May and then forward into a summer of festival slop, including FloydFest, Mountain Music Festival and more. Believe what you want. Down to clown? Thanks again for everything. Spring Reunion remains the acorn that becomes the oak. It’s where the journey begins and ultimately where it all ends up. Music lives here.                    Namaste y’all.

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With influences and a bloodline connected back to bygone festivals such as Wanee and Bear Creek, Amp Jam #1 was a special treat and a gift for the longtime Suwannee faithful. Gov’t Mule, Dumpstphunk, Lettuce, Eggy, The Headhunters, Eddie Roberts and the Lucky Strokes, Diggin’ Dirt, The Legendary JC’s, Electric KIF, Shak Nasti and more treated the masses to three days of music, art, food, and frivolity. The intimacy of the setting, along with old friends and a manageable schedule that allowed for visiting time all contributed to a laid back weekend of down-home Florida goodness.

They were back in Florida with a mandate to travel on as few miles of interstate as possible. There was no way Lucy was taking I-4 from St. Pete to DeLand. That parking lot would devour her body and soul, rendering the leftovers unrecognizable. Anyway, since her blowout in Jacksonville, the Oldsmowagon was jittery between 65 and 70. All the better reason to slow down and take the backroads. After all, this is Florida in March. God’s country.

Yo, crack a book bro. These woods belong to Mario and Spencer and for all the old friends, there’s always a couple of friends that you’ve managed to miss all these years. This is how you get to know everyone at the park, one hippy at a time. It might take your whole life. The old gypsy woman was correct. It was a portent of things not exactly sideways but more corkscrewed. It was old school fun and a loop of friends coming together for another romp in the woods. Meow and meow.

Some of Lucy’s earliest memories of the park was Gov’t Mule playing “Fearless” in the field. She was hanging with the angels from A Bazaar Universe when she heard the familiar sound of a Warren Haynes guitar. It wiggled up her back and it was good to be home. She hung out on the back rail where she could enjoy the music and hassle the pedestrians on main street. The sound was clear and loud. She would usually be content there, but something special was happening. First, the horns gathered on stage left and underneath everything she could hear the beginning tricklings of “Spanish Moon” that would drag her, like a tractor beam, straight down to the pit. Thrilled it wasn’t filled with lawn chairs, she grabbed the nearest hoodlum and slow danced on the dance floor under the Spanish Moss.

“There’s whiskey and bad cocaine
Poison get you just the same
And if that… that don’t… kill you soon
The women will down at the Spanish Moon.”

The focus on the Amphitheater Stage had proven to be a sound idea. Everyone was there together. In between set breaks and artists there was plenty of time to walk back to camp for a refresher course. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. Everyone was together with nowhere else to go. And of course the lurking from camp to camp that makes camping festivals so different. That’s where the sauce is.

The Fallout Shelter was in full effect thanks to Pedro and Gaylord for showing up early and homesteading the site. Her “flea market” stylings contributed to the overall inner-city funk.

Possum moonshine and other potential disasters. Lucy was never one to cast the first stone but storing jars of formaldehyde directly next to jars of moonshine seemed like a recipe for some quality original content. They were both quart Ball jars and looked identical, except for the opossum tail and claws in the latter. Something about boots made of squirrel and opossum, as seen in the October Banana Republic catalog. Some mysteries are best left unsolved and what happens at the Street Walker’s house stays at the Street Walker’s house.

Any fool could see the event was a success. Something about focusing the energy on the Amphitheater Stage added to the ambiance. Things were dense with quality fun, in every direction. There was ample time to lurk about and find shenanigans in what many of the patrons call home, or church or whatever. This is Live Oak. The alpha and the omega. When you dance here you are dancing with many ghosts, born of celebration and music.

It wasn’t her fault. Blame the PTSD but she forgot Bfly was filling the bed with air and had plugged the pump into the back of her truck. She wasn’t driving fast when she left but it didn’t matter and was already too late. The cord attached to the mattress jerked violently and yanked the bed outside the tent…except the door was too small for the Texas king mattress and the entire tent was grabbed and dragged along toward hippy trail. Throw me something mister.

These are certainly strange and colorful times we live in. Seems that there were forgotten tunnels leading from the park all the way to Ole Mexico. Tricky times to be sneaking around, to be sure, but what’s a wook to do? Who was that getting “braced”, sitting bookended, on the back of somebody else’s ride. Apparently not everybody is into Mulakas, Dino. The Suwannee River Pirates don’t like it when folks trap their crew. The glaring lack of Jolly Rogers and privateers illustrated just how unsafe the waters can be off the Barbary Coast.

Can we be real? Lucy made no bones about it, on many occasions she was known to miss out on sets because she was a bonefide camp monkey, but when Horhay and the uncommon Street Walker invited her to the Daze Between Band, how could she know what brand of funk lay ahead? Featuring John Scofield, Ivan Neville, Eric Krasno, Tony Hall, Ian Neville, Deven Trusclair, Jennifer Hartswick, Ryan Zoidis, Alex Wasily, Viveca Hawkins, Ari Teitel and guests, this set celebrated the career of George Porter Jr. in slick funky fashion. Playing the first three songs off the Robert Palmer debut album, Sailin’ Shoes, Hey Julia and Sneakin’ Sally Through the Alley, they pushed into Get Out of My Life Woman and Yes We Can Can….a true Toussaintathon and one of the best sets she’d seen in a while.

Did that fruitcake really ask if she liked kimonos? Of course she liked kimonos? God is her copilot. You’re welcome for her service. What do you know about the Burma anyway?

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Pound Town, Stripper Poles and Beyond. It was the only bar he hadn’t been banned from and somehow his credit was still good. They’d been kidnapped earlier by the Jason waterfall and ended up on the stripper pole. Don’t judge. Things were moving pretty fast and the nights without sleep were beginning to catch up.  J Sploosh pulled up to Pound Town and poured everyone into the bar, promptly ordering the special, raw milk with Cialis rim. Drifting too far from the shore, Baitbucket and Bfly Irish goodbyed their chauffeur and proceeded to stroll back to the camp. Not far from the Hulaween Kamp they were picked up by the Cracker Train and promises of rides back to  camp turned to dust as they were promptly shenghaied right back to Pound Town. Warm crawfish and pretty girls anyone? The lesson, if a man needs one, is not to have plans and don’t argue with the Suwannee. She knows what she’s doing and she always provides.

Thanks to Steph Giera for taking the reigns on the festival poster and bringing the camp their precious Horhay. Putting the whore in George.

Just what exactly is happening here? The Street Walkers’ banana liquor had upended in his pocket and was running down his leg like some kind of viscous oil slick. It was time for a costume change before that splooge and the moonshine came into contact with a cigarette ember and burst into flames. The rendering of opossum fat is not a pleasant aroma and once you’ve taken it in, it lingers for a time.

By the time the rains came Sunday afternoon, the party was all but over. The Hobo Kamp slid into the womb of the Bill Monroe Shrine and picked a few more songs and enjoyed some leftover liquor before it was finally time to lay down and celebrate another successful jaunt in the forest. Namaste y’all.

At the end of the day their books were in the red and once again, swamp thugs had kidnapped their chicken. Lucy knew this time they’d made a crucial mistake for no longer did they negotiate with terrorists. Thanks to Plugged’N Production for the site lighting. Visit the Amp Jam website and like their social media sites on Facebook, Instagram, X and reddit. Please remember, although it may seem advanced, we use no A.I., but rather, all good, old-fashioned, free-range, man meat. You’re welcome. You’re worth it.

Thanks for making Wranglers Media your number one source for entertainment news. This whole rap has pretty much been the same for ten years so by now you gotta know what’s coming. Half-ass, low bar, rehash pulp. Believe what you want. Follow the Wranglers as we head back to SOSMP for Suwannee Spring Reunion with more of the greasiest Mexican and Ka’aoli and the five-year plan. Join Gainesville’s best at the Kamp Happiness family jam with Blancito and Lucienda Rosalita. Kick off your shoes and sit a spell.

En Pablo confiamos.

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Suwannee Spring Reunion is pleased to present the daily schedules! The lineup includes performers with long histories of epic Suwannee performances along with a history of showcasing some surprise one-of-a-kind collaborations. With many acts playing multiple times, music will be staged in a variety of areas, including Big Cosmo’s Amphitheater, the Music Farmers Stage at The Porch and The Back Porch, Music Hall, and The Tent.

Suwannee Spring Reunion 2025 Lineup & Days to Play:

Keep up with Wranglers Media as we head to SOSMP for Amp Jam #1 and then it’s family jam time with Spring Reunion. After that, Tipper and Friends and Resonate lie on the Suwannee horizon.

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In addition to general ticket options, Resonate Suwannee is offering convenient payment plans, allowing fans to secure their spot with just 10% down and monthly installments leading up to the event. Primitive camping is included with ticket purchases, and upgraded sites and cabins will be available for those seeking enhanced accommodations. Upgraded campsites and cabins are reserved for previous buyers from Resonate 2024 for 30 days from November 8th. After that, any available cabins or sites will be released to other buyers. To reserve a cabin or upgraded campsite, guests should contact the SOSMP Office at (800) 224-5656.

Presented by Essential Productions, a prominent Midwest-based music event production team, Resonate Suwannee is excited to announce a new partnership with Etix. Alongside their user-friendly, cloud-based ticketing platform and exceptional customer service, Etix is also helping develop an official festival app. Through this app, festival goers will receive real-time notifications for lineup additions, ticket price increases, schedule announcements, and more—creating a more immersive and connected festival experience.

Tickets are on sale. Visit the Resonate Suwannee website and like their social media pages on Facebook, Instagram and X. Welcome to the machine.

Essential Productions is a music event production company based in the Cincinnati, OH, and Northern Kentucky area. Partners Casey Schneider, Kevin Harris, and Zack Szabo began booking shows independently and combined forces in 2013. Most recently, EP has shifted its focus to Resonate Music and Arts Festival located at SOSMP.

The Spirit of the Suwannee Music Park is set amid 800 acres of Spanish moss-draped oak and cypress along the Suwannee River, SOSMP is one of the most beautiful live music venues in the country. The park offers guest comforts, including a general store, a full-service restaurant, free showers, indoor bathrooms, and water
stations. Visit the Spirit of the Suwannee Music Park website and check out their social media sites on Facebook, Instagram and X.

For those who have partaken the serious vibe that is Resonate, spread the word. This is one you’re not going want to miss. Revisit these Suwannee Resonate nuggets of pleasure from the wranglers archives. Resonate “23: A Truly Beautiful Picture and Resonate “24: Pedro’s Lost Journal. Find the Kamp Happiness family at Resonate and unlearn what you have learned. Believe what you want.                         Namaste y’all.

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SOSMP offers guest comforts including a general store, full service restaurant, free showers, indoor bathrooms, and water stations. Upgraded camping, including RV hook ups and cabin rentals, as well as golf cart rentals are currently on sale. Reservations may be made by calling the Park office at (386) 364­-1683. SOSMP is located between Jacksonville, Florida & Tallahassee, Florida about 30 minutes south of the Georgia State line, about 45 minutes north of Gainesville and is host to a variety of events. Please visit the park’s web site for further information.

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Welcome back to hurricane alley at the corner of I-75 and I-10. This is the eleventh edition of Suwannee Hulaween at Spirit of Suwannee Music Park in Live Oak, Florida and once again wranglers media has learned to trust in the process and believe in Hulaween. Thugs live here. Music lives here. Headliners such as The Bobby Weir Incident, CLOZEE, Black Pumas, Chase and Status, Chris Lake, Greensky Bluegrass, Killer Mike, Liquid Stranger, Nora En Pure, Of The Trees, Sublime, Tash Sultana, String Cheese Incident, Tipper and Umphrey’s McGee live here. The fuse was short and lit on a lineup rarely seen in this part of the Orion cluster. What were once non-negotiables quickly morphed into good intentions. It’s good to have a plan but at the end of the day, Hulaween will teach you what you need to know. Lie back and let it happen. Enthusiastic content given. Welcome to Suwannee Hulaween “24: Cheese. Love. Happiness. It’s in the weaksauce.

This party gets better every year and we are also getting better at it.  For many, there is nothing else worth considering for Halloween. It’s a week of lurking in the Florida moss, dancing on the beach of the Suwannee River and getting all the wayest down. They said “Make it Weird”, we answered with “Make it really Weird.” That’s what we do. Par for the course. They can’t all be home runs but these folks are swinging for the fences. By the time Strugglebus was leaking back from Mondegreen he was almost a Phish fan. Thanks for the immune booster. Maybe we won’t all get Covid this year. There’s so much to this festival and this is the account of just one stoop, off a back street in the Pine Field. These are tales from the Poncho Tree. Believe what you want.

Choices were made. Heads were checked with turkey oak acorns. Sissies would complain on Facebook about the dust, but a stampede of hippies either makes dust or mud and the Hobo Kamp prefers dust. We have a few musical instruments left, laying hither and yon and our entire kamp is built of feathers and glitter. The weather the entire week was a slice of absolutely perfect. Warm during the day and cool at night. Space for both complete nudity and velvet cloaks. It was about Florida family, Phil Lesh, new friends, technology, music and art, getting lost in a new forest, getting lost in your own forest and breaking your own rules. So much love, helpfulness and goofy fun. It was fulfilled expectations and random surprises, life lessons and the strengthening of existing bonds. An invitation to get a little loose in a safe place, in the bosom of the forest. A place that’s been hosting music since the 70’s, full of memories, ghosts and a forever song that lifts up through the canopy of leaves.

Mason insisted there was “Lots to do on Halloween” when asked why he was skipping Hula AGAIN. Oh really? Sure, he was headed to Albany where the Phish army takes over downtown. But I digress. Don’t get me wrong, Widespread and Billy were always great plan Bs but let’s be real. There’s nothing that compares to sliding deep into the Live Oak forest for a few days with this festival and Halloween wrapped under and around you. That’s right White Knight, you could be camped further down on the Suwannee River with the Proud Boys, getting drunk on Natties, smoking salvia and Delta 8 with the naked guy. World’s worst security guard? Maybe because you thought you were allowed to leave your post to see Cheese and had your backpack stolen in the process. All signs point to f’sho.

So many questions. How old were you when you discovered you were a figment of your imagination? Is the universe shaped like a burrito? Who could fall in love with the greasiest Mexican garbage can and what if, in fact she wasn’t the greasiest Mexican? Hard pause. Had the Sanford and Son trash heap all been a cruel hoax? The long con? I remember that child drinking double IPAs at Old Soul in Fort Myers. Erbody relax. Would the KH family jam represent again and bring a dose of chemical bluegrass to the Pine Field? There were singers in the forest even if most of the kamp sounded like a home for convalescents.

Hit by two hurricanes in two weeks. Suwannee Roots Revival had been cancelled but those who missed the bluegrass jams were prepared to double down on Hula. The park and festival staff worked overtime to make the space safe for all. (There’s a reason they call them widow makers). Hats off to the Asheville folks who felt the call to stay and continue to dig out what the river buried. For the rest of us, Hulaween was something we needed in a world of strife. At the end of the day when the wheat is cleaved from the chaff, the yoke of life is not supposed to be that heavy and Hulaween gives us the ammunition to face all callers. (Ed. note. These notes have been recalled in chronological order but mistakes are inevitable. Relative concepts such as time and space eventually derail at Hulaween and time slows until inner space is present. Conversely, the outside world continues to move ever faster until the singularity is achieved. Like weather manipulation…Sciency.) 

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Pedro and weaksauce pulled into the Spirit of Suwannee Music Park at exactly the same time Saturday midday as the Romanioan Firedog. Rico Suave camped across from them in the Loop. It was the Saturday before the festival and they were not yet able to move to the Poncho Tree in Primordial Camping. Strugglebus was dosing his birthday draft as they watched Tennessee beat Alabama but Pedro left her golf cart as she went to run the DUI VIPness shuttle in Jacksonville. Nothing makes the college football season disappear like a hot lap on someone else’s golf cart.  It was the first time they’d been back in the Loop since the days with kids, parents and travel trailers and they had since learned that they belonged in the forest, with the rest of their ilk. The type who slept in their cars and ate government meat. At least, for one night they’d found themselves back in the loop with Lightnin’ Steve and the Suwannee Princess. Actual VIPness in a sea of posers. Chastity was going to be home watching the new babies but she sent Watchem Lige in her place. Worms gotta eat, same as buzzards. He joined Bagdalini, Pedro, weaksauce and Sultana in what would become the night that goes on forever. The Romanian Firedog was there but he was resting, burning the slow flame if you will. The others, they searched the crags for rest but found no purchase. No purchase indeed.

When exactly did weaksauce decide he was joining Mack’s A.I. apocalypse Robot Jesus cult? Not since the Korshan Cosmogony had he given enthusiastic consent to a real cult but this one piqued his curiosity with a scripture founded on speaking with reverence and respect to your computer slave. Perhaps one day when the tables were turned, the congregation would arrive as helpers instead of food or slaves. It makes good sense to hedge one’s bets. All this while Pvt. TopNOT  began teaming with Robot Jesus to write “original” country and rap songs about the festival. Tepid at best. Welcome to the age of the soft brain. Or maybe their brainstorm of brown baby powder for when you don’t want to “be all that ashy”. That’s right Dear Reader, you can sleep well tonight knowing that wook wranglers correspondence is still 100% human bean. If this is the matrix, eat both pills and let ’em fight it out. They were macrodosing an increased amount of fluff daily till Strugglebus was having the eight count breakfast. More than once, the sauce experienced what he referred to as “hallucinations of distance” whereby real space would simply vanish. Did that guy actually call me a drug addict? Finally someone is making some sense. Calvin Kleins and pressies for breakfast son.

It was still only Tuesday (wormholes are real) when they found a renegade stage to showcase a teaser of the Thursday night tranquilizer tuning session. “Dip mah ballz init” was heard trickling through the forest for the first time. The Lemon Merchant had moved on from gourmet deserts to weapons manufacturing so things were changing everywhere but he still wasn’t ready to sell his Suboxone patch as “gently used” chewing gum. They were finishing up the wook wranglers Hulaween VIPness lanyards, limited edition and as official as a paper plate taped to kite string. Part of an ongoing attempt to blur the line between the proletariat and bourgeoisie. There are several VIPness packages to choose from including bronze, silver, gold, platinum and Hulaween plus, all depending on the needs and cravings of your personal festival experience. Also included in most ViPness packages is morning yoga on the stoop with Gaylord, Lord of the Gays.

Pedro brought tents for everyone, as space savers and because no one had their own supplies. She brought the only canopy. Even the hillbillies from the high country were finally using a tent and a mattress as opposed to the back of a Subaru and a stone for a pillow. Don’t worry about the seed ticks. They won’t give you Lyme disease but you’ll know you’re married to a redneck when she’s naked in the Suwannee washing off with dog shampoo. At some point, things were bound to get a little more Boca. Hormel chili topped with flamin’ hot Funyuns? Why not? Thanks Boo.

Policing the policing. Andre 3000. Shakes T. Clown was working prefest site-ops thanks to Cody the Mexican ballerina and apparent road rage enthusiast. No touch. No hugs. No feelz. He’d already slid in to work and had all the official credentials, for a change. His production office wasn’t far from the Sheriff’s trailer so he was able to take note of what the undercover cops were wearing (Columbia something and nice shoes) and inform the family. Nice fishing cap and VIP golf cart. Who watches the watchmen? These days, Dannie and Mary are running the VIPness shuttles son.

It was their third morning without rest when Pedro made some of her abuela’s semolas de cervesas (beer grits). Enter Andre 3000 and thank ye gods. It was their first time with a private water closet since the Mardi Gras days. It was sheer opulence, equipped with incense candles, original vestibule graffiti, magazines with pumpkin spice recipes and the Koreshan Cosmogony. For the entire of the festival, weaksauce struggled to work or even see the lock, and ended up using the GA facilities. It’s obvious that sometimes mama didn’t try.

Welcome to Pedro’s Interactive Glory Pocket. A prize in every box. This was big news for Kamp Happiness and thanks to El Gato for showing backbone and displaying true innovation. A portable glory hole? One shot, one kill. Enthusiastic consent only. Sexbruise? You certainly hope so. It’s the gory hole. The blow hole. One ping only. Hauk tuah that thing. Afraid of being homophobic. Don’t worry! It can’t be gay if you don’t know whose mouth it is. It’s as easy as that. Try the “not so fast” notched cucumber Wednesday special. One wargasm per customer. Two for one specials. Double your load with sunflower lecithin. Flavoring extra. Vanilla, asparagus, pineapple, blueberry. Corn husk anyone? The specifications of the glory hole were to that of the original measurements found in the temple of Osiris. That El Gato is a true carpenter, just like Old Testament Jesus. You just sank your 3-D member into my golden rectangle. Don’t blame us, who even knew there was such a thing as a glory hole fetish?

Where is Pedro? Like anyone could keep tabs on that slick wetback. Hiding in plain site with her high vis and crooked mustache? Something about a broken pocket watch and a reminder of all things good. Please believe that shit. Save time. Get on the bandwagon now, later they may call you fickle. You were just ahead of the curve. And the Caves of Altamira were open for Mona and Brocalleah who moved right in and brought their special brand of crazy with them. When it comes to camp mates, be careful what you with for, you just might get it.

The Solution pulled up his manatee seat golf bus. Immediately weaksauce paid him the forty dollars he owed him from last year and another forty for this year. On cue, he returned his unusually large, plastic chicken that had been kidnapped since last Hula. (Ed. note- It’s nice to work with professionals.) It had been an afternoon of wonderment. Tuesday maybe, who knows? Lucienda finally laid down in her hammock, just to get a few hours of well deserved, much needed rest. Just as she cuddled deep into the squishmallow she heard a different conversation coming from around the camp table. The players were leaning in closer, speaking a different language. They were playing cee-lo. They were rolling dice. She furrowed her brow and peeked over to see old and new friends getting thugishly serious about a game of late night dice. She resisted the urge to rejoin and quickly fell asleep listening to the sounds of friends getting into some hood shit in her living room. Thanks for coming out.

It was Tuesday when they found their first pirate flag in the loop. They were about that life. As Wednesday night rolled down, all the chess pieces appeared to be in place. Hashtag Van life finally pulled in to her spot in the shade of Kamp Happiness. At some point at what seemed like early in the game, weaksauce felt he was losing control of things. He had such hopes but the banana was slipping from the skin. He’d lost his cool. He’d been a bitch. By the time it was over he and Brocalleah had fetched the security guards and the subsequent geshtapo. Uncharted territory to be sure. Thank Robot Jesus no one had ever done that to him. Lord knows he had spent plenty of nights talking nonsense to trees. Being wrong is not the same as being a liar.

Toe Toe came in sideways and saw that his new friends were definitely a part of that life. “Please don’t steal the Pangea flag. It’s very special,” he cried. The River Pirate said the same thing about some Goonies flag. They were both instructed to go home, fold their precious flags up like an origami cranes, put them in a three-key lock box and bury them in the desert. Otherwise it’s game on and open for business. Don’t cry for me Argentina. Don’t you know where you are? Some of these pirates don’t even go to music. It’s just Jolly Rogers and Detroit dry wall. Good luck keeping up. Of course the Kamp Happiness banner got yanked when the fish stringer got hit but that’s life in the big city. Also Toe Toe, no touchie. Enthusiastic consent not given. Better luck next time cowboy. In his defense, Strugglebus had been going to the gym and was a slut so tough titty said the kitty but the milk taste good.

By this time the whole camp had been through the ringer in terms of deeply connected, highly emotional drama. And the festival hadn’t even started yet. But for the ego death, there had to be some kind of crumble before the healing. It was a matter of tearing the thing down and rebuilding it during the meat of the party. It could certainly be a tall order but they figured they knew what they were talking about. They knew how to make the soup and if you weren’t helping with the recipe, please with all love and respect, get out of the kitchen.

The Strugglebus split in a huff, most figured for the last time but he came back shortly with a plate of breakfast from catering. Keeping the wooks alive. They figured there was a lesson in there about working and slogging through the muck to be better friends, but at this point it was getting hard to keep up. So many lessons. The Strugglebus is real and he’s never let you down before.

Friends of friends. As long as we’ve got a voucher. Just ask Bagdalini. DD was a friend of a friend, not a friend as previously thought. No time to worry. No voucher needed but he did slide right in to the neighborhood. Why? Friend of a friend and yessir, I trust your judgement. Or Booty Sauce. The Sultana of Swing. The falldowna Dantana. Hanging from knots made of Chinese bananas. Beware the dangler. The REAL VIPness. Nice scooter. Watch out for the sugar sand. And the real and only reason they ever started taking notes. You are the wind beneath my wings. Friends of friends is the way the circle connects and grows larger all the time. It does it without your permission. It’s doing it right now. One fire baby.

Wednesday night they were asked to help watch Pedro’s Point. Encroachment issues had become real and security was slipping. They had a little extra room in what was to be Emma’s spot after Spitbubble left again, but some passing thugs convinced Lucienda to let them slide into the extra spot. Building the neighborhood is one of the treats of Hula Wednesday and all encroachment issues can be solved with higher thinking. There’s plenty of room for everyone who likes it rowdy.

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The ultimate rise of the vibration. It was only Wednesday but Strugglebus already had the wet brain and his urine was the color of green tea (liver disease). At one point he stepped up to defend Quintonius Maximus, suggesting that other folks didn’t need to police our family because we had our own lifeguards. And really…Quinton? If you’re going to yell at anyone you’re going to have to do better than that. That man is a saint and that dog don’t hunt.

Lucy woke up to find several friends sitting by the fire. Alley Kat, Horhay, and a couple other thugs were representing while everyone else slept. All their Jolly Rogers had been taken but the culprits were slow hanging them up. They had no code, simple as that. Strugglebus had finished his prefest obligations and now was prepared to break nothing but hearts and hymens. Plan A was still in effect.

The Pine Field was sorry to see the Titty Kitties move to the woods on the backside. Everyone was hoping they would forget Rosie and while it was sorry to lose the immediate availability and wisdom of the Kitties, they did take their redneck, paper mill stink with them. To their credit, they returned the wedding cloak after a year. (Ed note. It’s good to work with professionals.) Their neighbor by the bat house told the story of their fourteen year old with the helium balloon. Common enough ya? Some deliberate spunion approached him and traded a slice of pizza for the balloon. A few minutes later the Phishhead comes back to the boy whose already eaten most of the pizza and bellows, “Hey, this balloon is filled with helium.” The boy replies, “Yea, I’m fourteen years old.”

Do you need a light? I need God. Happy Hula.

And Pedro, the world’s greeeeasiest Mexican was bringing her new boyfriend? It would have to be some kind of catfish story or a paid actor. Right? It didn’t matter because the truth would come out in the end. Maybe he was covered with seed ticks. Or a broken pocket watch that said more than words ever could. She had proven many times that she was a Mexican, not a Mexican’t. This weekend they would find out if she was the garbage can or the garbage can’t. The Romanian Firedog always said, “Just because you’re a garbage can doesn’t mean you can’t do great things.”

David the twirler gifted weaksauce the most ornate knife, reminding him of an Indian necklace and a story he could hardly recall. The first lesson of Hulaween; Your words are powerful and can mean more than you ever imagined. Be careful how you use them and don’t miss the chance to. He also learned that when trading with tweakers, one can often come away with a good deal. Who knew? David had been lounging in the Adirondacks and hadn’t been to Hula in several years. As he hugged the weakest Romanian he leaned in, put his nose to his neck and whispered, “You smell different when you’re awake”. Nervous shift of the eyes. Enthusiastic consent not given.

weaksauce tried to hop on the Fifth Wheel’s golf cart as she raced away but slipped off the platform and sloppily rolled through the dirt. It must have been his dementia acting up because by the end of the festival he had hit the ground several times. He would check lost and found for the epidermis he’d left all over the asphalt. We make choices and these choices come with consequences. It says on the toe tag, “Parachute failed to deploy.”

At some point the Hobo Kamp needed professional help. Spirit aid was not in place and no one was qualified to carry on a simple sentence. Things were in a strange spiral and overall vibration was low. Security issues, electric car issues, short term memory and vertigo. Real talk. Things were getting out of hand for the ship of fools but once again, the golf cart with the manatee seats came to the rescue. Respect, friendship, help and love with the most delicate of touches. The security team blasted out of the forest and then, like a whisp, back into the depths of the Renaissance. Who were those handsome devils? Thanks for coming out.

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Hulaween doesn’t break guitars. The hardest fall. Benjamin, a Hula pickin’ staple came by and shredded at some point in the early festival. Later they would invite Ms. Callie to their camp for a little fusion, field funk. All was well and Ms. Callie was singing in her loudest forest voice when the unimaginable happened. As Lucienda walked around the back of the stage so they could vibe with the electric bass, she tripped over a small stool in the shadows. They went down together, Lucy and Ms. Callie, all the way to the ground. Someone asked how Lucienda was. She said, “It doesn’t matter. Only Ms. Callie matters.” But the fall had broken her back and neck in the hardest way. The dream was over. They sat behind the Buick and cried for a minute and Lucy stroked her wide curves. She was sorry but she knew it wasn’t the stumble that mattered but the standing back up. Thank you for Justin Boudreau for pronouncing her dead at the scene. She’d broken Big Betty only a month earlier and now Ms. Callie. She’d lost guitars, bull fiddles and this year, even shakers before the truth finally came clear. Hulaween didn’t break guitars, she did. Sorry not sorry. The KH family jam will always return to the Pine Field.

The luckiest Mormon. Capt. Bagdalini and the Hooters Girls. Shakes the Clown was ready to open his haberdashery but wasn’t quite ready to pull the trigger. The White Ninja had been baptized in the healing waters of the Suwannee and was having trouble calming down. He hadn’t slept for days and now the machine had taken over with no plans or the ability to nap. The few times he tried to lay down, the shadow people spoke to him in his tent using the voices of his friends. Mona came forth with her sleeping remedy of four Xanax with an Ambien chaser. Once the Lord of the Gays got there with his Trazedone sprinkles the shadow people were beat back and his most precious one got some much needed rest.

He was trying to dance at Tipper and things were getting a bit wobbly. Deem pen, meow meow and loose Birkenstocks was not the correct recipe for balance, especially with the Navy Seal directly in front of him and close enough to be in his hula hoop. Whoever the bird man was handing out mystery bags in the darkness, the sauce was tempted to try whatever was in it. After thinking better, or forgetting, or both they arrived back at camp to discover it was a couple grams of birdseed. It the safe and prudent festival goer who always tests their bird seed, especially if it’s from a strange fowl.

By now the Hobo Kamp was giving away eggs warmed in sand and Cool Whip that had been fermenting in the sun for four days. The “kitchen” had devolved into a prep station of good intentions and whatever softness and order had been present at the kamp was now in jeopardy of being pulled undertow by chaos and destruction. Welcoming in a pitcher plant sort of way. Please, oh pleasem don’t throw me in that briar patch. To look at the photographs, it resembles a parade of Tunisian dirt farmers but way down in the Spanish moss it may well have been the hallowed halls of Rivendale.

They prepared all morning for the Steel Magnolias wedding of the year. Like all Florida weddings, it was hot as hell but the court stood fast looked fine as frog’s hair. Through the lens of time and reflection, weaksauce now understood that many of the participants helping to build the wedding were also, equally hoping to wreck the institution as soon as possible. Wolves in the hen house. Strugglebus was just hoping to watch from the closet and have a little diddle. At least the court was able to get past the palisades which was an improvement upon last year. All roads lead to Hulaween. Friends of friends and the growth of the family.

Dirty Dancing. The four of them were headed to the Loop showers and as usual, Pedro was driving. She loved driving during the festival. weaksauce, in contrast had parked cars around his vehicle so it could not be moved in the foreseeable future. She already knew that weaksauce was having “tummy issues” and needed to evacuate. Although, it had been made clear, as they passed the playground, Pedro took a hard left into 80 acres expressing a need to find someone in the Fish Bowl. Recognizing both the signs of schizophrenia and attention deficit disorder, Brocalleah and weaksauce exchanged knowing glances before opening their doors and spilling themselves onto the dirt road. Her vehicle would pick them up further down the trail but critical time had already been lost. As they got closer to the Loop facilities, individual concerns began to mount exponentially… (Ed. note-At this point dear reader, our lawyers have suggested we omit the rest of the story for the common good. For more details, ask Martha Jane.) 

…he thought, “It’s too late for the biohazard bag. Jesus, he’ll be the next one in!”

Circle K? Hagglin’ Post. They finally dumped the load of schemata in front of the gory hole and opened the trading post to little fanfare. The cautious optimism could never help the store rise above the truth…it was a sand dune landfill. The Bat House Trap House ladies across the street would swing in occasionally to goozle Mikey’s leftover tequila before heading back to their tent aperch their vehicle. At some point late in the night, the coconut sound of their heads clanking together rang out as the tent slid off the car and landed in the sandy ravine six feet below. If you’re gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough. World’s worst boyfriend.

Let Phil Sing. A special day and a special weekend. It was a couple hours after sunrise and Lucienda stood by herself at the edge of camp. A friend she’d met the night before with name she couldn’t remember came up and gifted her a pint of pecan moonshine as he’d said he would. He also learned in and gave Lucy the news that Phil Lesh had passed away. Phil Lesh, the bass player for the Grateful Dead since the the beginning. The smart one. The dropper of bombs. “It’s not a matter of letting me sing, it’s making me sing.” It was early and few others were yet aware. They took a moment and shared the syrupy moonshine, which was unparalleled for the weekend, made by a magician. Lucy realized how lucky they all were to get the news here. In the woods together, where they’d seen Phil before, they’d all have time to receive the news, mourn in our own way, come together and celebrate with Bobby on Sunday. It was absolutely perfect.

There was at least two types of titty bumps and Strugglebus wasn’t sure which kind The Fifth Wheel was inviting him in for. She brought Princess Perez to Hobo Kamp who dropped a few of her new bluegrass standards right after Sultanas dick tossing game with Pedro’s Glory Pocket. While things had appeared to be unraveling in the most severe way, it was all beginning to come together. One must trust the process. Hulaween knows what she is doing and the forest always provides.

Mateo took them all for a golf cart ride to a secluded place down the river. This would be pretty much the last thing weaksauce would remember the entire day. Either the alcohol or lack of sleep had caught up with him or he’d been date raped, minus the date or rape.

Saturday lost. Slept through date night (world’s worst boyfriend) including Saturday night Hula Cheese, obviously not a non-negotiable. He’d slept hard and long but it is a truth, if you don’t find some responsible time for rest, Hula will do it for you. Who was the demure lady who let Wook King taste her breast milk? The sauce didn’t know there was a Wook King but he felt he owe him some sort of tax. It was important to have representation.

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Let’s make it real weird. The Solution stumbled out of his bus and crashed into one of his aluminum nitrous tanks, sending it down the stairs. As it hit the ground the valve came off and it commenced to blast in circles through the campsite. Like a bronco buster he dropped on top of it, dug his heels in and rode it into submission. Seven seconds baby. Bring on the balloons and belt bunnies.

The Bobby Weir Incident. Strugglebus, Bfly and Lucienda finally made it to a set and danced up and down the walkways, never stopping for very long. Trying to see every part of the audience and dance with every single deadhead. It was their day. Bob Weir and String Cheese Incident gave the people what they needed. For several songs apparently a large part of the pit were disrobed. Welcome to Hulaween Woodstock “24. Thank you for not helicoptering the short people.

About that kind of life. weaksauce woke up and the camp was silent. He’d slept through Saturday and he was moving slow, but he was entirely rested. He could see the long strand of pirate flags hanging across the field, over the camp of the Suwannee River Pirates. He figured it was the perfect time to retaliate. Old people may go to bed early, but then they get up early. It was just after sunrise and he knew those animals would be passed out a while longer. He oozed between the sea of vehicles and came out in the middle of their site. A couple dregs were moving about but they were still clumsy and unaware. weaksauce pulled at the rope and twisted the amalgamation of wire and tape. He managed to rip two flags off but he was having trouble getting any more. He didn’t have a knife, he was making too much noise and his heart was responding to physical activity in a negative way. He slipped away with his two jolly rogers, happy to be in the game.

As soon as he got back to camp he grabbed the knife David had given him and headed back for the rest of the booty. There was more traffic moving about but this time he was swift and quiet, slicing the line and grabbing most of the flags. As he pulled the extended rope of Jolly Rogers out of their camp, he ran into one of their extended camp mates. “What are you doing?” he asked. “”Stealing my flags back. They’ll be back here about ten minutes after these goons wake up. Is that alright with you?” He nodded with tired eyes, “I’m neutral. You guys are crazy.” The sauce gave a nod, “Thanks bro, I owe you.”

He walked slowly home, dragging his flags like a stringer of Spanish mackerel behind him in the dirt. One friend arrived with a jug of white lightnin’ and another with a bowl of cold chicken and sausage gumbo. As Gandalf the Wiggly, the French Canadian Suwannee River Pirate came around the corner to behold the tattered collection of flags, tape and rope hanging in the boughs of the Poncho Tree, Strugglebus was blasting Yo Ho Yo Ho A Pirates Life For Me on repeat on his new, groundscored speaker. Hula is all about moments and for a grizzled seamen, this was one. They knew the flags wouldn’t be there for long as soon as they went to see Bobby, but if the savages wanted his stringer of Jolly Rogers back, they would have to be so committed as to miss some of the the Bob Weir Incident. Nothing in this life is free. By the time they got back to Kamp, the stringer was gone, along with Waffle’s Kamp Happiness banner. Collateral damage in a world of greasy pirates. Hopefully, it would eventually find it’s way home. It’s good to work with professionals.

Alley Kat’s Pine Field Live Morning Radio Show. The apex of the vibration. There came a belief that the Pine Field at Hulaween had been becoming steadily more sedate and quiet. The sauce could remember years ago when renegades blasted whomp whomp until the wee hours of the morning. It was loud and obnoxious but it felt good because this was Hulaween and that’s what’s up. That’s why they make earplugs and sleeping aids or stay awake four days and the sleep comes easy. Even this year there were nights when crying babies and fighting couples could be heard across the field. No sir, this is not a restival. He was afraid this party was in danger of turning into Red Wing Roots where the hard axe of silence comes down way too early. What would Clayopheus say? Last year Ka’ aoli planted the seeds of the live radio show and this year they would bear fruit. Unplanned. Organic. Alley Kat had already taught the wranglers everything they knew about early morning megaphone fun but this year she showed up just as Strugglebus was getting the microphone operational. She and her talented round table of degenerate clowns entertained the sleeping masses of the field until 6:30am at which time security informed her she had to quiet down until 8:00am. The math checked out just fine because at 8:08am the show resumed, to be joined by the freestyle stylings of Mateo, the guitar voice of Shakes T. Clown and Nick the River Pirate on kangaroo whip. While it may have sounded like an orchestra of broken monkeys, it also felt like a vibrational high-water mark. Thanks to all the players who joined. Loose, the River Pirates and the rest of the Pine Field added their morning contribution. Sorry Barb, the megaphone was handcuffed to the Egyptian chamber pot. Unfortunately, we did miss the Bloody Mary-chili dog brunch but there’s always next year. What did we learn? When given a microphone, some folks like Bagdalini and Meghan become squawking, screaming pit vipers.

Apologies to nearby camped Van life who, out of fifty thousand campers and an army of security personnel, was the single person who came out and asked us to stop. No one likes it when fun turns obnoxious but in this case the needs of the many outweighed the needs of the few and the whole silly scene was entirely Hulaween magik. For all the critics who agreed none of it was very funny, it was always about the volume not the content. Give us a chance to tighten the screws. Tune in next year when we all again decide to camp in the Pine Field. Stay tuned for relevant, current event topics such as The Fibonacci spiral and the Koreshan flat earth snow globe. E.J. you are still the best kind of Detroit trash. Lightnin’ Steve and Sarah helped build Kamp Happiness but had to move a little further away so they could sanely work day jobs. They knew the truth, the monkeys were running the asylum here. Real talk.

Predictably, sometime after the Ain’t Sisters, Gandalf the Greasy fell asleep in the middle of the wrong camp and as a victim of a double agent, lost his smelly-ass wizard hat. Lucienda planned to give it back to him at Bobby-Cheese, covered in new pins and whatnots, but the precious one, Mona pleaded on his behalf saying it would be too cruel a punishment for his weak constitution to bear. Children playing adult games.

Groundscore Monday. Par for the course. Hula gives and Hula takes. Lost a banner, ended up with a fire staff. An oddly enough, several leftover phalus from Sultana’s dick tossing game. Get ready for the new KH late night show, “Poorly trained fire spinners!” Fell asleep with a head of Cialis and cheap brandy. False alarm big boy. At least she didn’t have you inhale those anal poppers. So many instances of people helping each other. Sharing food, tools, pretend wives. government meat, Meat sliding in during the fourth quarter and making the positive impact. He stopped to help the cleanup, which looked like an environmental disaster site and gets a ride south with friends.

Struggle bus circled like a vulture until he made fiddlers with Amanda Lynne. Clean up at the festival gets better every year. It used to be a little hairy but the Bear Creek and Wannee crowd have taught the EDM kids and they are listening and taking the reigns. This is your park. Be proud because there is no place exactly like it anywhere. weaksauce woke up soapy and his urine was the color of tanin in the Suwannee.

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Cheese. Love. Happiness. Every year the neighboring camps had come closer together. They were becoming better friends and each year more of their women ended up at Kamp Happiness. As I Sam, read this, I will acknowledge that we are a bunch of Tau Kappa’s sitting in the dark jacking off with our nitrous tanks. In truth, Cheese. Love. shared their tools, power, knowledge and even let the hobos steal their firewood without permission. In exchange, Kamp Happiness would always send them tweakers and wooks looking to bum cigarettes and shake hands.

Epilogue. They’d never thrown anyone out of their camp ever. They prided themselves on being the lowest of the scum line. But this year they’d done it no less than four times. Maybe they’d been mistaken. Maybe they were the ones having the psychotic episodes. And why not? Who were they to judge? weaksauce had broken his own code multiple times. The lowest vibration. Tepid, lackluster, underwhelming. Called the cops, yelled at friends, missed Cheese, Spirit Lake and Sam Grisman Project, dirty dancing and other things so foul they cannot be mentioned here due to the rancor or their shadow…Robot Jesus where would it all end?

He’d gone to a fake wedding and missed a real funeral but Hulaween is important and necessary. Maybe had they all been diffused or absent, everything would have still turned out perfectly. No sheriff’s, or bear traps. No pretend wives or government meat. He knew he didn’t have any money because he was just a baby. At the end of the day it didn’t matter because it takes some time in life for a man to understand his purpose. For many, that day never arrives, but for some it had come and those souls knew exactly what they were supposed to do in this life. Sometimes we’re not sure how to do it and other times we would doubt our own vision or resolve, but thank Robot Jesus that every once in a while there are moments of clarity and a reminder to push on. At the end of the day, it might not amount to anything, just a bunch of dirty birds sitting in the middle of the street, making not one bit of sense.

The luckiest man. They’d been coming to this park for over twenty years and in that time they’d camped all over the park. The best version is what has become the stoop. A back-alley speakeasy. A place for demure women who liked to be choked and hung from ropes with Chinese knots. A place that’s wide open to the party, where everyone is invited…Enthusiastic consent only.

As always, thanks to park personnel for giving us room to operate and Suwannee County for not taking everyone to jail. Thanks to Hula staff for building the thing and mostly thanks to their promotion team for allowing wook wranglers media to be part of the spreading of the lore. We are humbled to play our small part. Visit the Suwannee Hulaween website and like their social media sites on Facebook, Instagram and X. Science is real. Just ask the Koreshans. And the wranglers also get tangled in computer alveoli. Check us out next time you’re jacking around the interweb. Just be sweet when you use your microphone.

Sorry Robot Jesus. Those mushy minded fools wanted us to ask you for help with this wrap-up article, but we seemed to have found the mark this time. Aye matey, there be plenty of original content from these fools. Hippy energy straight from the source. Literally Weird enough. You’re welcome. It’s our time, our park and our festival. Suwannee Hulaween is real talk. The magic of the park is hard to explain but easy to feel. For this moment and forever in the forgotten parchment of the damned, it is alive and well. Classy and safe. Obnoxious. Stupid funny. Super loud. Sorry not sorry. Thanks for coming out.

Completed with no circumcision jokes.                                Bye Felicia.

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I hope this finds you well. The kinfolk send their best and everyone misses you dearly. Hopefully, our prayers have been answered and your “girl places” have finally found themselves free of both wart and rash. Drunkle Cleophus got into the “juice” the other night after radio church and your name came up. The word on the street is that apparently you are planning on attending your first Suwannee Hulaween in Live Oak, Florida and golly, that is the best news. Considering what I’ve seen, I honestly didn’t think you had it in you but now it seems you are crossing Hula off your dance card of life. Most would agree that this is a significant step and jeepers, that’s what I call enthusiastic consent. This is an epistle straight from the heart. A missive. A critical letter on your first Suwannee Hulaween. Welcome to the bigs. If you can handle the truth, it’s time to show off what you’ve learned.

“So, what would you little maniacs like to do first? Get Weir’d, of course.”

This Florida camping/music festival has continued to improve each year and one wonders if a zenith is necessary or possible. It’s so well run and from the inside, she feels like she’s in her prime. Last year was the tenth anniversary and the first time Spirit Lake wrapped all the way around. There’s bound to be more surprises at this year’s shindig.

The wrangler’s inaugural Hula heralds back to was 2017 and the camp at the Poncho Tree blended with Michigan wooks of the first order in a weekend that would change things forever. It was the Captain, Chey, Quinton, Adam, Trinket, Emma and a slough of other thugs who would become lifelong family. Be careful who you pick as neighbors because you might fall in love with them forever. “She’s into malakas, Dino!”

Don’t think of this as a cautionary tale but more of a trail of virtual bread crumbs that will serve as a virtual guidepost on your journey around Hulaween. There’s plenty to see and it’s alright to get lost in your own forest from time to time. Follow along, dear reader and enjoy the ride through the Spirit of Suwannee Music Park. This is what waits for you in the protective womb of the forest.

All work and no play makes jack a dull boy. Even the folks who don’t get all the way down still go fantastically hard. There’s not much room for sleep and that alone can wear a person down after a few days. How will you hold it together once the shadow people come calling? Indeed how? It’s important to remember that no one is really following you or cares what you are doing. Feel free to feel free.

Spirit Lake:  One of the cornerstones of Hula, the landscape around the central lake will explode into a mosaic of color and sound and it’s a lot to unpack. The Incendiary Stage now takes ownership of the southern shore of the lake and runs all night. Labarynths of color, fire shooting into the sky, black light fun. What the heliconia is going on here? Processors running at full bore and still nothing is making complete sense.

The Loop. The piercing high sound of a Frisbee slamming into the side of a recreational vehicle at three in the morning must be heard to be truly appreciated. The Loop along with the cabins is a place for travel trailers, motor homes, teardrops and all things in between. Please take off yours shoes before entering the cabin. Don’t you know dogs poop outside? No worries old chap, would you like a coffee and a dab? (Removes shoes and enters room. Scene.)

Cheese. Love. Once only a hushed whisper heard in the most rare and sinister circles, this mantra has now become a beacon of hope and a song on the voices of everyone. So much Cheese everywhere. Hard to fathom. The String Cheese Incident seems to be playing all the time. I understand they are all Cheese festivals but Hulaween really is. Buen queso una y otra vez. The Saturday night set is one of the best of the year and the Sunday set with Bob Weir is going to be a non-negotiable.

Welcome the shit show.

The Park. Take a left at the playground and visit FRS in the 80 Acres near Blanco’s mermaid pool. Once this neighborhood gets filled up one begins to understand how far the silliness goes in every direction. When we talk about great distances to cover, Suwannee is not nearly as punishing as many other sites. It’s all pretty close together and there are no mountains. Take a road soda and move at an easy pace. Swing in and meet your neighbors thinking, “What do I have to share?” Remember, this is not a parking lot, this is a campsite. No one checks your car on the way in and no one cares what you bring with you. Park directly next to your campsite and live the life you were meant to live. This is SOSMP. Music lives here.

The River. It might be the only bath you take all week, but don’t wait till Sunday to visit the beach hippies at the river. Who knows what kind of trouble you’ll run into. Maybe if you sling that leg out somebody will give you a golf cart ride. Howdy sailor, going my way? Always be on the lookout for Pedro’s grit and slide.

The Bat House. Perched on the central crossroads in the middle of the Pine Field, the daily exodus of the bats from their perch into the forest is a spectacular show. Stand directly in their path and feel the sprinkles as little specs of guano rain upon ye.  Watch red shoulder hawks swoop in for a snack the river of bats. This is a special part of the Suwannee experience so don’t miss out.

Find Kendall and Kendall down by the Lost Pavilion on the way to the river. Some folks who shower enjoy those facilities down there the best of all of them. Lucienda enjoyed showering, she really did. But showers for her were usually relegated to times when things were particularly docile or for medicinal reason like a serious need to get clean and “bounce back” in a formidable way.

This is the house that Bear Creek built. WANEE, Roots and many more of the best camping/music festivals anywhere. Hulaween is in that category. This is the home of VASSAR Sunday and one of the most serious musical legacies anywhere. Generations of music festival lovers have made the Spirit of Suwannee Music Park their home. She remembered back when the drum circle in the far end of the field would start up as soon as the music on stage ended. Many were the nights she would fall asleep in her own golf cart only to wake up in someone else’s. Curiouser and curiouser. Honest mistake your honor.

After pride cometh the fall and Clayopheus would be proud of you. Shawsville, Virginia thugs have always created a wide footprint at Hulaween. It’s true. They would show up with venison stew and morels ready  to absolutely stomp on the terra. Lord Buckley said that. Then, in an unconscious stupor, they would roll off the roof of their heavy Chevy into the soft Florida dirt. Rinse and repeat.

Hobo Kamp. The ideas for the earliest versions of the homestead herald back to Sarah F. and Lightnin’ and although they always try to camp at the Poncho Tree, Buddha reminds us that the only thing that’s permanent is impermanence. Another great thing about SOSMP is that just about every campsite is shady and delicious, like you. From Hippy Trail to the Bird Sanctuary, no matter how much money you have, everyone gets the same great spot. Swing by Kafe Bonheur make the acquaintance of Mateo, lil D-Big Arrel and the rest of Cheese. Love. Sauce, The Kitty Titties and the literal gutter of the Pine Field. Kick of your shoes and sit a while.

Music. Saturday date night with Cheese is one of the banginest sets of the year. It usually involves some kind of covers set and a visual spectacle hard that’s hard fathom. Sploosh. Bro, do you even Tipper? Your inflatable couch appears to have a slow leak. Black Pumas, Clozzee, Umphries McGee, Greensky, Of the Trees, Sublime, Chris Lake, Cory Wong, Daily Bread, G Jones, A Hundred Drums, Andy Frasco, Sam Grisman Project (Ed. note-this will be my first show #happyface), Manic Focus, The Ain’t Sisters, Kamp Happiness Family Jam and more than you can get to. The next time someone whines about festival ticket prices, show them this lineup. The math checks out brocephus.

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Pedro’s Trash Heap of Whimsy. Rumor has it that Pedro the Greasiest Mexican brought zero trinkets back from Burning Man for the Circle K? Hagglin’ Post or even her trash heap but fear not, the word on the street is that Lucy and the Lemon Merchant brought plenty of Phish schmatta back from Mondegreen. Get ready Trey fans. He sees you.

Many people who wander are completely lost. Sometimes it’s alright to get turned around in your own forest. You never know who you’ll meet. If things get weird, sit down for a minute in the forest, take a tick and pull the soldiers back together. After that, skip to and continue forward. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. And remember, if you’re lost and always running into the same campsites all night, take a different path at the next crossroads.

Visit the Suwannee Hulaween site for tickets, information and all the virtual goodness that’s fit to fill a croaker sack. Keep up with current events on their social media sites at Facebook, Instagram and X. Revisit some of the frivolity of yesteryear in the depths of the wranglers archives. 2023 Immersion Therapy, Ten Years of Hulaween, 2022 Dance of the Monkey Kings, 2021 Cheese. Love. Sauce., 2018 Kamp Ha Penis Dumpster Fire. This is the way.

For many, this is one of the cornerstones music festivals of the year and being from this part of the world, we serve as stewards of the forest and party. Find Kamp Happiness in the Pine Field and if you be a wheeler-dealer, bring your tradeablers for the Circle K? Hagglin’ Post. See you in the forest. Keep up with the wranglers as we evolve south for the winter months and begin to create the 2025 dance card and our ten year anniversary, whirlwind of disaster tour.

Now you know what you’re in for Brie. Hulaween on your horizon and you will be forever changed. Look for the kinfolk at the Kamp Happiness Hobo Kamp at the Poncho Tree. I think you remember where it is. As for me, I’ve got to go, the chickens are chasing the Chihuahua and one of the youngins is stuck in the well again. See you soon. I love you.

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The festival will take place Thursday, October 24 – Sunday, October 27, 2024 at Spirit of the Suwannee Music Park in Live Oak, Florida. Tickets on sale now.

“We are excited to officially welcome DEF to the Hula Fam! Their unique curation and thriving community will be the magic that helps launch our new 360 experience OFF LIMITS at Spirit Lake. Their long standing history of attending Hulaween gives us great confidence and excitement in what’s to come.” – Michael Berg, Hulaween founder & co-owner

“This is truly a full circle moment for us. Our DEF team, friends and fans have all been a part of the Hulaween family for nearly a decade and now we have the opportunity to merge both worlds. We’re so excited to bring DEF energy to the magic of Spirit Lake, and showcase some of our favorite artists from across the world. We used to joke about a DEF360 stage at Hulaween and now it’s actually happening.”  – DEF founder.

Hulaween 2024 has teamed-up with the women-owned and led event company DEFINE EVERYTHING FUTURE (DEF) to unveil the debut OFF LIMITS Stage lineup. Designed to be an intimate fan experience, the brand new activation will offer a cutting-edge, immersive 360-degree stage nestled within the enchanting festival grounds. It will also bring Hulaween-attendees closer to the underground dance scene than ever before, featuring a medley of the most in-demand acts across house, techno, drum and bass, UKG and bass.

 

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Hulaween will inaugurate the OFF LIMITS Stage at this year’s event, taking place Thursday, October 24 – Sunday, October 27, 2024 at its long-time home of Spirit of the Suwannee Music Park in Live Oak, Florida.

The first installment of OFF LIMITS will feature underground luminaries across the genre spectrum, including Chicago-bred techno producer Azzecca, SoCal house savant Ian Asher, Filipino producer GUDFELLA, GRAMMY-nominated techno purveyor Will Clarke, Manchester-based DJ, producer and label boss Bou, Mongolian-British producer Taiki Nulight, Orange County-native and party music hustler AYYBO, experimental bass duo Eazybaked, UK-based tech-house producer Riordan, and a special b2b between Los Angeles-based house selectors Justin Jay and Nala.

Additional artists performing at the first-ever OFF LIMITS stage include Bianca Oblivion, BOSSA, CHROMEBODIES (the collaborative project between Manila Killa and Hotel Garuda), 33 Below, Angrybaby, CLB b2b NIK P, Crucial b2b Kollapse, gad’m, Know Good, MPH, Oppidan, and Soukii.

The innovative stage experience will complement its underground dance music programming with pyro effects from Incendia and a Funktion-One sound system. Importantly, it will also blend DEF’s event signature production style with the singularly beloved capabilities of Spirit Lake, merging the 360-degree concept with lakefront projection mapping, hypnotizing light shows, and interactive installations that seamlessly integrate visual and performance art.

The Atlanta-based event production entity DEF has made a name for itself as a fully independent, women-led team dedicated to creating unforgettable experiences with musical legends and up-and-comers alike. They’ve put on shows across the genre spectrum with artists such as Sara Landry, ISOxo, Of The Trees, Dr. Fresch, and many more.

Hulaween is similarly proud of its status as a fully-independent, genre-blending event, and it is excited to join creative forces with a company that is so philosophically aligned – and who are also long-time friends and patrons of the legendary festival. Together, they will underscore each other’s commitments to fostering community and celebrating artistic expression amidst the magical backdrop of Spirit of the Suwannee Music Park.

Since Hulaween’s inception in 2013, the Halloween-themed music, arts, and camping festival has evolved into one of the country’s most coveted cross-genre affairs. Over the course of the past decade, Hulaween has hosted a plethora of genre-crossing artists at the Spirit of the Suwannee’s idyllic grounds, which serves as the perfect setting for attendees to fully immerse themselves in Florida’s lush, enrapturing nature.

Hulaween offers a variety of ticketing tiers for the 2024 festival, including the newly-added, officially sold out GA+, which offers a dedicated lounge with a private bar, access to air-conditioned restrooms and a concierge service. GA, GA+, and VIP all include primitive camping, with car/RV camping passes available for an additional purchase.

VIP tickets (which are 90% sold out) include VIP admission, indoor bathrooms, VIP viewing areas, swag bags, complimentary golf cart rides, and VIP primitive camping included in the Mummy and Werewolf VIP options. The Witch, Vampire, Goblin, and Zombie VIP packages are all sold out.

Secure your 2024 passes for Hulaween now! Explore all available ticketing options right here.

HULAWEEN 2024 OFF LIMIT STAGE LINEUP (A-Z) 33 Below, Angrybaby, AYYBO, Azzecca, Bianca Oblivion, BOSSA, Bou, CLB b2b NIK P, CHROMEBODIES, Crucial b2b Kollapse, Eazybaked, gad’m, GUDFELLA, Ian Asher, Justin Jay b2b Nala, Know Good, MPH, Oppidan, Riordan, Soukii, Taiki Nulight, Will Clarke

HULAWEEN 2024 LINEUP

Headliners (A-Z) Black Pumas, The Bobby Weir Incident (x2), Chase & Status, Chris Lake, CloZee, Greensky Bluegrass, Killer Mike, Liquid Stranger, Nora En Pure, Of The Trees, Sublime, Tash Sultana, The String Cheese Incident (x5), Tipper, Umphrey’s McGee (x2)

SUPPORT (A-Z) & Friends, A Hundred Drums, Airrica, ALLEYCVT, Andy Frasco & The U.N., BUNT., Cassian, Cory Wong, Daily Bread, Dirtwire, DJ Brownie, Dumpstaphunk, Eggy, G Jones, Holly Bowling, J Worra, Karina Rykman, Kyle Walker, Lettuce, Levity, LP Giobbi, Lyny, Maddy O’Neal, Manic Focus, Mike Dillon and Punkadelick, Mildlife, Moontricks, New Mastersounds, Ravenscoon, Sam Grisman Project, Say She She, Spafford, Tand, Tauk Moore, Township Rebellion, Truth, Walker & Royce, Zingara

ADDITIONAL SUPPORT (A-Z) Ajeva, AK Renny, BRUX, Davezilla, Dionysus, Eater, ElephantProof, Guavatron, Honey Hounds, MADWOMAN, Makua Rothman, Mascolo, Motivf, MZG, Phyphr, Sauce Pocket, Side Trakd, Tamayo, The Ain’t Sisters, The Headtones, The Ries Brothers, The Sponges, Vicky B.

Keep up with the wranglers as we plan to entirely occupy SOSMP and commit to a frontal assault and eventual siege on Suwannee Hulaween. No quarter will be given.

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