So much to do. So much to see.
Hardcore metal. Funk. Hip-hop. Acoustic.
I was reminded today that, despite the fact that I often talk myself out of going to shows, I love the experience of live music. But now I'm one of the old guys. You know, the guy who wants to be where the action is but stands just clear of the hardcore pits and the crowds throwing their hands in the a-yer and waving them like they just don't cay-yer.
With a healthy dose of cotton in my ears, I'm fine with that.
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With so many bands and so many kinds of music to absorb all at once, my experience today belonged to hip-hop.
...a performance complete with freshly delivered pizza and no shortage of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles references.
Joey the Jerk...
...rhyming over beats played through his iPhone -- a thousand times more awesome than it sounds.
...a top-notch hip-hop set from two dudes in button down shirts. Their sound has always reminded me of early Outkast.
...the high energy and inspirational wordsmith. Simply amazing.
But there were others. Not just hip-hop.
How about The Band in Black -- a Johnny Cash tribute band featuring two of the guitarists from One Bad Pig...
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Yeah, the guys from One Bad Pig arrived today and I couldn't stop myself from saying hello to lead singer Carey Womack when I passed him on the walkway. For the record, unlike the first time I met Jason Ringenberg, I didn't talk about my cat. I simply said, "You don't know me but I've known you since I was a kid" as I thanked him for his years of music and ministry.
A strangely surreal encounter after all these years.
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There was a Mystery Machine VW Bus parked by the front gate. No doubt a very intentional parking job but, hey, I'd show off too if I was driving that thing.
We're back at it again on Saturday for more music...more long-bearded hipsters...and more cotton in my ears.