If you are not deaf or blind and you have read at the very least one other piece than this one found on my website, you know that I am a die hard Basshead. What is a Basshead? Why did I capitalize it? Let me explain using the experience I gained at Euphoria. All of my friends prior to Euphoria Music Festival ranted and raved of the rail at all of Bassnectar’s show. They call themselves rail riders. I had never seen Lorin live, so this was my first opportunity. We had waited all day at the rail, loving and grooving to all of the artists before Nectar. Lettuce and Griz were before Bassnectar that night, so you can imagine how much fun we were having before he even came on the stage. Nightfall had just graced us with it’s presence and I was bubbling over with excitement. I was lucky enough to hear him drop Bitch You Guessed It, Immigraniada, Bass Head, and so many others I would never have dreamed of hearing live. During Immigraniada my side of the rail ripped the screws out of the railing, pushing it forward every time we banged our heads. The staff sprayed water on us, handed us water bottles, and eventually seemed to be terrified of us as we moved the rail closer and closer to them, trapping them with our love for Nectar and head banging.