Bass & Barricades
Boo the Dragon
Narrative & Festival Context
Festival Program Note
*Song still being developed*
Lead Puppet Producer
Dial – *Song still being developed*
Track Dedication
Dedicated to the safety compliance officers, inspectors, clipboard legends, and “hi, quick question…” professionals—the ones nobody cheers for and everyone secretly needs. The crowd thinks you’re here to kill the vibe, the crew thinks you’re here to kill the schedule, and you’re just here to kill the part where someone gets hurt and the whole festival becomes a cautionary tale.
So yeah, you’re going to get grumbled at. You’re going to get called a narc by someone wearing glitter and a hydration pack. But you’re still part of the crew—the unglamorous co-author of every night that ends with “that was amazing” instead of “that was a lawsuit.” This track is a little nod to the people who say “no” so the rest of us can keep saying “again.”
Lyrics – “Bass & Barricades (Boo the Dragon)”
Official lyrics are provided below for reference.
Safety briefing. No one listens. Go ahead—boo me. Steel-toe boots in the gravel Clipboard badge, hi-viz gray I scan your wristband “Buzzkill” You laugh, then drift away Gate count rising watch ingress You hit front rail I track rail stress You pose for selfies with warning signs Duck lips and duct tape crossing my lines You dodge the med tent eyes all glass Bass keeps rolling I hold egress Red tag. (STEP BACK.) Wind hold. (STAND BY.) Clear lane. (MOVE NOW.) You want the rush? I want you alive. Not your monster at the gate— I’m the reason you walk out straight. You boo my name—then scream my name When the storm rolls in, when the rig can’t take. Not your villain in the vest— I’m the one who stops the mess. Call me cold—call me cursed— I just want you breathing when you rave. Case in egress Forks in mud “We can cheat it— good enough” Fire door chained A-D-A blocked Somebody shrugs, says “Lose the log” Span-set twisted rushed load-in “Sign it later” check the pins Sparks spit low close to skin You call it showtime I call it sin Fire lane. (CLEAR.) Gate count. (CHECK.) Barricade BOH-ing—watch that flex. You want the drop? I want no wreck. Not your monster at the gate— I’m the reason you walk out straight. You boo my name—then scream my name When the storm rolls in, when the rig can’t take. Not your villain in the vest— I’m the one who stops the mess. Call me cold—call me cursed— I just want you breathing when you rave. You’re not a problem— you’re someone’s whole world in a wristband glow. When the chorus hits, I see you light up. I want that light to make it home. But when the lights go red, crowds need a villain— So boo the dragon. I’ll wear it. Darling... …I’ve got the face for it. Not your monster at the gate— I’m the reason you walk out straight. You boo my name—then scream my name When the storm rolls in, when the rig can’t take. Not your villain in the vest— I’m the one who stops the mess. Call me cold—call me cursed— I just want you breathing when you rave. Chant my name like it’s a threat. (Uncle Deadly.) If you need a monster, I’ll be the one that keeps you alive.