Suwannee Rising, the newest festival at the Spirit of the Suwannee Music Park (www.musicliveshere.com), debuted with a magical feel and an undeniable vibe. The festival, held April 4-6, 2019, consisted of 23 bands over three days on two stages.
I have watched this band grow, develop, and change over the course of almost 20 years. As a Jacksonville native myself, it was never difficult to find what was then Mofro floating around town from one venue or another. They were a bit gritty and unrefined in the early days but still put on a fun show
Katie’s eyes became sad. She said, “My boyfriend killed himself.” My heart sank, my eyes filled with tears, and I told her, “So did mine. I was 16, and it was devastating.” Katie and I sat there in disbelief for a few moments and then she said, “I am 16.” Her father, slightly stunned, said, “I think you were meant to sit next to us.” I nodded and struggled to maintain my composure.
Yes, I am still licking my Curveball wounds like a batter in the bottom of the 9th beamed by the ball and unable to play in the World Series but we will move forward, together. I always say, if you d
People love to debate on if children belong at festivals or not. Personally, I have taken both of my kids and never regretted it. I have however learned MANY handy things along the way. Below are a series of tips, some of which I utilize at all shows, not just festivals.
Somehow certain people have decided that their general admission ticket is also a free pass to own a piece of concrete. From where does this mentality come? The idea that you are entitled to something that isn’t yours. This is OUR show. All of us. Part of what makes Phish so great is the crowd, the energy, the “We are all in this together.
Behind closed doors, though, it is quite different. As kids, we walked on eggshells. We never knew what we were going to get when we walked through the door. There was so much yelling. I still cringe when someone raises his or her voice; it makes me physically sick.