The Magic of a Music Festival

Image from someecards

Oh, this makes me laugh. But the truth is I am totally a live music person. If it's a band I love, I will put up with all bullshit to be able to take in a live show.  Just this past weekend Matt and I ventured to Cooperstown to go to a John Prine and The Avett Brothers show at Ommegang Brewery. We're always down for beer and live music, and because this is really good beer and live music we decided to make a weekend of it. I tried to plan ahead and  ordered us a cab early in the week so we wouldn't have to deal with driving.  We waited for an hour for the stupid cab to show up. I called and called but they never answered or showed up. We ended up driving and parking and taking the shuttle buses. It was an annoying start to things. The show was outside and it had rained the night before. There were 7500 people there, many of them were drunk on the extra strong beer offerings. The food options were limited and the lines were insanely long. Oh and don't forget about the port-a-potties.

All this is to say the event had shit show written all over it. And as we were riding the shuttle buses over to the concert I thought about Homaroo and how much effort we were putting into going to this show. I thought about a Netflix binge on the couch with delivery food. I thought maybe I'm getting too old for this.

But, hours later after the sun had gone down we had secured a nice not-too-crowded spot with a view of the stage. We had waited in line for delicious almost chick-fil-a-ish chicken sandwiches. We had sampled several of the delicious beers when out of nowhere The Avetts played "In The Garden." I recognized it immediately as the hymn we wanted sung at my older sister's funeral because it was my late grandfather Papa's favorite. But because her funeral was at an Episcopal church and that particular hymn wasn't in the Episcopal song book we weren't allowed to sing it inside the church. It was already such a terrible time for my family and the rule seemed absolutely ridiculous to me. It was the nail in the coffin of my already very shaky relationship with religion. But that's a story for another time.

The Avetts version of the song was just beautiful and it brought me to tears. And at that moment, I was so glad I hadn't opted for the Netflix binge or the couch or the delivery food. The magic of seeing live music is that you get the chance to see something original and just by being there you get to be a part of it. 

So, maybe I'm not too old for this. 

p.s. here's the Avetts performing In The Garden at another show.