A quasi-yearly party of music and gluttony
Religious Girls: If you don’t wear face paint and V-necks, you just might be a redneck.
So this year, the Operation Restore Maximum Freedom VI organizers skipped the hip-hop acts, but that’s OK, because they replaced that genre with a bunch of droning, obscure indie bands whose MySpace pages freeze up my computer (LSD and the Search for God, the Traditional Fools, Blackblack, Ohioan, Inacore, Hexlove, Beware of the Night, Countless Others, Religious Girls and San Francisco Water Cooler). There’s some political reason behind ORMF (something about a regime?), but it sounds stupid when I say it. And I don’t care about that anyway. I just look forward every year to sitting in the grass, seeing friends I haven’t seen since the year before and eating food that is totally not good for me (mmm, pickled eggs). In my book, this is one of the best days of the year. And it’s as fun to listen to new bands as it is to watch hipsters get sweaty in their miniature pants.
