Recently, I was on a flight and my seat was changed at the last moment. It was no biggie, not really where I wanted to sit but it was a short flight. For some reason, when I am on a plane I write. This day in particular, I was writing about my son’s struggles with apraxia and the new findings in his educational report that I was struggling to digest.Read More
**reposted from the Wall Street Journal because I highly doubt I will ever be in the WSJ again**
Nathan Tobey went to a Phish concert hoping to enjoy the medley of song improvisations and laid-back vibes that have drawn followers to the band for more than three decades. Instead, he found himself in the middle of a vicious battle for real estate. Read More
As a Florida native growing up in the ‘90’s I was fortunate enough to be surrounded by all types of music. I spent my teenage years hopping from clubs, festivals, Lollapalooza, and music in the middle of fields I had seen it all, or so I thought. Enter December 1999, I was invited to go to Phish Big Cypress down in the Everglades for New Years. I would of course go because it was live music, but I thought the idea of watching the same band for days straight seemed a little dumb, too be honest.
There’s something magical about the Wanee Music Festival. It always feels like the start of festival season, the official kickoff if you will.
Wanee began as a two-day festival with only 11 bands; it is now a three-day festival with as many as 44 performers. The lineup never disappoints, and you always end up with a few crossover sit-ins that are memorable and unique. The days are long; music typically begins around 11 a.m. and can go until close to 3 a.m. Then there’s the drum circle afterward. It’s only natural that the park’s motto is “Music Lives Here.”