Wayne D's Blog

I'm not going to list the artists because it's more than that, so much the richness of the event comes from the tapestry of experinces. The frantic drive to Macs to get cash because the phone line for the credit card authorization isn't installed yet.
Toby Walker played his classic steel guitar as we waited in line to enter the amphitheatre, the rain came and the tarps came out, Toby who just happened to be on stage puts down his guitar, removes his hat and leaves the protection of the stage for a few moments to join us in the downpour. The music continues, the rain stops and a rainbow appears. The sun sets and the dark cool night is still, filled with sound from the three stages. We shuttle between the main stage and the beer tent sampling the offered experiences and stories.

I've changed my mind about mentioning artists. The singers who I haven't heard before who particularly caught my ear were Mike Ford, Kim & Reggie Harris and the aformentioned Toby Walker.

This morning we rise before the sun to join the line. Now we wait as the sun rises over 6 foot wildflower and grass wall that grows beside the line area for the volunteers to distribute the line holder numbers. Two women cut the line in front of us, it isn't worth making a scene. I recognize them from previous years. It makes no difference to us, we will be in the first group of twenty into the amphitheatre to set up our chairs for tonight's performance when we will again overlap our experiences with the performers, fellow spectators and volunteers. Before that we have an afternoon of workshops to browse. What musical explorations and awakenings will we experience today?

Why all the talk about experience? The expansion of that thought will have to wait for another time those ideas can't be expressed with characters poked out one by one with my thumbs.