The festival was set up next to the city swimming pool. The first thing I thought when I got there was “coming here was a mistake.” There were a few small bleachers and two or three small food venders set up and about 10 people listening to the performer. The performer had lots of heart, but it sounded like the kind of performance you hear at an audition for a school talent show (just the audition, because the singer doesn’t get into the actual show). He was very religious, and for awhile Becky and I felt like we were at a revival. One of his songs was a knock-off of the rock-n-roll song where the chorus is “Give me the beat boys and free my soul, I wanna get lost in the rock-n-roll and drift away.” This man sang: “Give me my Jesus and free my soul, I wanna get lost in the Holy Ghost and drift away.” I had to chuckle a little bit when I heard those lyrics.
We decided to stay for the next band, and I’m glad we did. The next band was actually quite good. They were a bit more blues than bluegrass, but they had a fun sound. I’ve uploaded 2 videos of them for you. They don’t come through very well on our camera, but they were actually pretty fun to listen too. The second band is named Margo and the Bluegills. By the time we left many more people had arrived, so it was starting to shape up into a pretty good festival. We looked at the program and saw some bands that had traveled quite a distance to play at the festival. The moral from this trip is: Don’t arrive too early; or perhaps: Don’t judge too quickly.
It was fun to get out and do something out of the ordinary on Labor Day. We don’t have any special love of bluegrass music, but it was nice to just change up our routine a little and see something new. Now we are just hunkering down and waiting for Sophie to come; I’m sure that she will shake up our routine enough to satisfy even the strongest urge.
This is the second band, Margo and the Blugills. You'll notice the old couple off to the left dancing to the music.