Gentlemen of the Road
Well, pets. I am happy to report I survived my first tent-sleeping, foot-stomping, sing-along-ing music festival. And while I have no photographic evidence of the performances themselves, since I was informed by some overzealous security guards that I couldn’t bring my camera into the stage area as its detachable lens qualified it as a “professional” camera and therefore strangely verboten, I did manage to snap a few of the rest of the festivities to share with you.
I was in the best of company and the music was outstanding, and I’ve decided if i could steal anyone’s voice, it might have to be Jade Castrinos’.
I’m definitely glad I went, but I think I have confirmed my own suspicion that I’m not really a three nights in tent city with no shower music festival kind of gal. I love my comfy bed and my fridge and get fairly claustrophobic in crowds. Particularly crowds made up of people who think it’s all right to PEE ON MY FRIENDS in the middle of a concert and then, when they react by shouting, to tell my friends “Get out of my town!” Despite the pretty diverse age range of the crowd, I definitely found myself thinking, on multiple occasions: I’m too old for this. Although then we found the free rollerskating and escaped from the unrelenting sun and I cheered right up again.