I started going to summer music festivals when I was in high school. Found some cool bands, didn’t drink enough water, slept in a tent and lots of walking around.
But the artists didn’t walk around. No. The artists had chauffeured golf carts wheeling them around all day. To the stage, from the stage, to the autograph session and then back behind the orange fence and into the mysterious unknown.
I was riveted. What a life. What luxury! Play rock n roll, hop on the cart, onto the next, the way it should be.
My sights were set.
A bunch of years later I found myself on the golf cart side of the equation. And sometimes as I was feeling that summer breeze blow through my uncombed hair while traveling 5+ miles per hour, I’d spot some kids with their eyes on the golf cart.
Maybe they were thinking the same thing and maybe they’ll go after it.
»» As for what’s behind the orange fencing? It’s hit or miss. Sometimes busses and trailers with A/C, sometimes not. Usually plenty of food…but where it came from no one knows. Lots of waiting around. Catching up with other artists. Everyone being aware and acting a little different when the big famous artists are within eye shot. It’s amazing and totally uncool all at once. The best.
