This is Denise who loved my moustache and tried to touch it. More on that in a minute.
I guess I have to admit that I have developed mobility issues. But I love music so much that I thought it would be fun to brave Summerfest. I had been given the opportunity by Shelley Buschur who had been invited to display her artcar during the festival. Thank you Shelley!
Now I've said many times that I hate the way music fests are organized these days. I'm admitting I'm an old man here, but I firmly believe that festivals used to be much better when they had only one stage. Sure, today's festivals have a lot more acts, but what's the point? You can only watch one band at a time perform. So when there is six stages you are assured of missing a huge majority of the music. Most of the groups are not well known and wind up playing for a few hundred people while everyone else is watching the stars play. Back in the day all the acts were big names with one or two up and comers. Instead of picking a spot and chilling out for the day and relaxing you are forced to spend the entire day running from one stage to another picking and choosing, trying to find the groups you want to see. You wind up missing more music than you see.
I felt this way even when I was younger. I don't know when things changed, maybe it was Lollapalooza back in the 90s? If so, they ruined everything.
So I had a pretty weird Summerfest experience. The day started out awesome. Got their early, came in with HP Dodge in his artcar and we, and his girlfriend Giselle sat around and laughed for a couple of hours waiting for the show to begin. Probably should have used that time to nap because I didn't sleep well the night before and was tired.
I set off exploring with HP and Giselle. I had taken ibuprofen, but soon my back was hurting. Whenever I stand for long my back begins to hurt. If I sit for a moment I can stand again for awhile without pain. Trouble is, there was nowhere to sit anywhere. I packed in a chair with Shelley's truck, but she hadn't arrived yet.
I finally got my chair, an old metal folding chair that I've had for 20 years. I think it once belonged to my parent's church, but it somehow wound up in my hands. I walked out to see some music.
I watched Houston's own the Suffers play to a large crowd. Their first Houston show since killing it on David Letterman
After that I found myself watching The Sword, a forgettable heavy metal band. My boredom coupled with lack of sleep the night before could explain why I started dozing off. I guess the old guy passed out in his chair was too much for the kids to take. I can't say as I blame them. I awoke in time to find a guy with a camera about to take a picture of me while his friend posed behind me. I snapped to what was going on and pulled my hand up to my face and raised my middle finger into a salute. So keep an eye out on Facebook for a picture of me shooting the bird while some dude bro poses behind me.
As I was leaving that area a young teenaged girl stuck her go pro camera right in my face. She almost hit me with it. I pulled my face back, but also reached out and grabbed her hand that held the camera. Apparently I have good reflexes when I am startled. I gave her a look that said I've got you now. She looked scared. For a split second I thought about taking the camera, but instead I let go of her hand and walked away.
After that I was in a weird mood for a couple of hours. I hung out in the chill out tent thinking everyone was looking at me. They probably were, and that's okay, I know I look different than most folks. It usually doesn't bother me at all, but after what had happened I was feeling self conscious.
I went out to see Band of Horses play on the big stage. This is a band I love. I got to meet them one time when I sa
w them perform in a tiny club in Salt Lake City Utah before they became famous. They were really good, the vibe was perfect, the heat was dissipating a little bit and I was grooving to the great music.
That's when Denise (pictured) walked up and tried to touch my moustache. I don't like people sticking their fingers in my face, I don't care how good looking they are. I had to grab her hand several times before she got the hint. Before long I was taking pictures of her, including this selfie. I asked her if she still wanted to touch my moustache. Yes, she nodded. I said she could touch it, but only with her lips. So she kissed me. Suddenly all was right with the world. The weirdness from before was forgotten about. At least for a moment.
Denise went back to her patient boyfriend and I turned around to go back to my chair, but it had disappeared. Someone stole my chair right out from under my nose.
This really spoiled the rest of the day for me. I don't care about the chair, it was just an old metal folding chair, but it bothers me because I know it was only done to be mean. Whoever took it didn't give a shit about that chair, they just wanted to take it from me for whatever reason. And it pissed me off because I had been looking forward to seeing two more bands, St. Vincent and Mastadon. Without that chair I knew my back would not allow me to stand that long and I didn't want to sit on the dirty ground.
So instead I watched R. Kelly from the comfort of the chill out tent. I gotta say though, whatever you think about R. Kelly as a person (he's pretty despicable), he puts on a hell of a show and the crowd ate it up.
Finally, as I was making the long trek out to the street after the show my phone went haywire. It's still on the fritz a day later. I'm gonna have to take it in tomorrow to see if I can get it repaired or replaced. Fortunately I had given my ride enough information that he was able to find me.
I was supposed to go back the following day, but I was too wiped out. So I gave my wristband to my nephew who really wanted to see headliner Skrillex. He had a great time so it was for the best.
Music festivals are a young man's game it seems.