Return from the almost beyond pt.1
Well it's all over. The grand 10th anniversary of Hoffmanstock is behind me now. As I predicted Mad Scott was trouble during the trip & the girl from Rio turned out to be a very friendly one indeed. The festival was that of a gathering of lost souls who, once united, managed to raise hell on a purely mind blowing level. But let's not get ahead of myself shall we...
Hoffmanstock - A Brief History
In the year of 1996 A.D. there was a dreamer. A dreamer who was torn between his half Jewish/half Christian heritage. He followed neither, nor did he believe in any gods. He longed for a gathering of all kinds of freaks & flatscans alike. He was a well read young fellow. He liked pretty girls. He even enjoyed a good buzz now & then. His name you ask? His name was Hoffman!
In the summer of 1996 in the shadow of the Sturges bike week, he decided there needed to be, for lack of a better term, a festivus for the rest of us. The freaks, mods, punks, outcasts, brainiacs, losers & winners. He informed as many as he could that for 1 week his house would be open to all who wished to enter. A non stop party that would be bigger than life itself.
Being on the inner circle, or square for this matter, I was on the ground floor of this event. Our base quadumvirate was a weird mix of those we shall not name. The codenames were:
Ed McFartney(me)
Weird Scare-son
Dungo Starr(Hoffman)
Ron Lennon
We began buy purchasing every amount of crap we could get our hands on:
Hash, Rum, Tylox, Blueberry Schnapps, DMT, Homebrew, Liquid LSD, Absolut, Louis XIII, Blow, Beer, Every cet pill known to man, Pot, Wild Turkey, Special K & some other ingrediants I can't recall.
After the things were bought it was agreed upon that no one would show allegiance to anything.
At first it seemed that our normal "close" crew of about 10 people would be showing up for the week long festivities. We figured it was no big deal as these were our good friends. For me, nothing could be more fun than hanging with the unholy number 13 for a week. During the day a few people would trickle in here and there. One here, two there. "Oh look, it's 4 people." All told 22 people arrived on the fateful first day. By the end of the week the numbers were somewhere between 45-50 people. Not bad for a word of mouth party that saw most people going and coming at the own will. The only incident was that two men came to blows over a woman. The girl didn't even end up with either, which was fitting. We ending up clearing a makeshift "fight pit" for the occurance of an unavoidable duke 'em out contest. The only trouble I got into was that I was filmed exposing my left nut/right nut gag for the ladies. Now I am forever branded as the nuts man. Good times.
The developing years have seen a progression in the size of Hoffmanstock. The average for the last bunch of years is about 100 people. Not too bad. Just big enough where you don't know everyone, yet not big enough where you don't know anyone. The exact date of the party is set by Hoffman himself. He just decides one day that this is the week and makes the appropriate calls. Only once did the festivals happen very close to each other. Sadly, I'm not sure how many more there will be. Hoffman himself is struck with a tumor. He's been living on borrowed time for about a year and a half now. He remains ever feisty. Not wanting anyone to pity him or tone down his behavior.
To be continued...
Hoffmanstock - A Brief History
In the year of 1996 A.D. there was a dreamer. A dreamer who was torn between his half Jewish/half Christian heritage. He followed neither, nor did he believe in any gods. He longed for a gathering of all kinds of freaks & flatscans alike. He was a well read young fellow. He liked pretty girls. He even enjoyed a good buzz now & then. His name you ask? His name was Hoffman!
In the summer of 1996 in the shadow of the Sturges bike week, he decided there needed to be, for lack of a better term, a festivus for the rest of us. The freaks, mods, punks, outcasts, brainiacs, losers & winners. He informed as many as he could that for 1 week his house would be open to all who wished to enter. A non stop party that would be bigger than life itself.
Being on the inner circle, or square for this matter, I was on the ground floor of this event. Our base quadumvirate was a weird mix of those we shall not name. The codenames were:
Ed McFartney(me)
Weird Scare-son
Dungo Starr(Hoffman)
Ron Lennon
We began buy purchasing every amount of crap we could get our hands on:
Hash, Rum, Tylox, Blueberry Schnapps, DMT, Homebrew, Liquid LSD, Absolut, Louis XIII, Blow, Beer, Every cet pill known to man, Pot, Wild Turkey, Special K & some other ingrediants I can't recall.
After the things were bought it was agreed upon that no one would show allegiance to anything.
At first it seemed that our normal "close" crew of about 10 people would be showing up for the week long festivities. We figured it was no big deal as these were our good friends. For me, nothing could be more fun than hanging with the unholy number 13 for a week. During the day a few people would trickle in here and there. One here, two there. "Oh look, it's 4 people." All told 22 people arrived on the fateful first day. By the end of the week the numbers were somewhere between 45-50 people. Not bad for a word of mouth party that saw most people going and coming at the own will. The only incident was that two men came to blows over a woman. The girl didn't even end up with either, which was fitting. We ending up clearing a makeshift "fight pit" for the occurance of an unavoidable duke 'em out contest. The only trouble I got into was that I was filmed exposing my left nut/right nut gag for the ladies. Now I am forever branded as the nuts man. Good times.
The developing years have seen a progression in the size of Hoffmanstock. The average for the last bunch of years is about 100 people. Not too bad. Just big enough where you don't know everyone, yet not big enough where you don't know anyone. The exact date of the party is set by Hoffman himself. He just decides one day that this is the week and makes the appropriate calls. Only once did the festivals happen very close to each other. Sadly, I'm not sure how many more there will be. Hoffman himself is struck with a tumor. He's been living on borrowed time for about a year and a half now. He remains ever feisty. Not wanting anyone to pity him or tone down his behavior.
To be continued...
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