Welp, the music festival was fun. The Whoreshoes rocked out, but they weren’t well attended, being the first band of the day at 1pm. But those who were there loved ’em. Old Crow Medicine Show were fabulous, very tight. Ozomatli were also tight, but by then I’d had a visual migraine that very shortly turned into the real-deal migraine (they’ve never happened together, and it was a very weird, very painful migraine, so that was unpleasant) so I went out on the field and just stayed in one spot until Lala brought me cotton-candy. Hey, it didn’t hurt the migraine, and certainly made ME happy. The sponsors set us up right, though, with plenty of free food and beer and candy, and I got all the benefits of being in the band without having to do anything but carry a case or two.
The Old Crow boys had an emergency with their bass (read: broken) so they restrung Diana-of-the-Whoreshoes’s bass, which was pretty cool. Sounded great, too. As seen here:
And then there was this cutie:
End report. I’m off to sew, perhaps. Or read. Or watch TV and knit. It’s a Day Off, and I’m doing nothing responsible. Good thing, too, since it’s almost 1pm and this is all I’ve done today…..
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