Getting old has its perks, I guess. Being wiser and whatnot? I don't know. The live music scene is different, I think. My much older co-blogger Beth is the queen of the live music scene. She is regularly kind and awesome enough to let me barge in on many of her dates
You may recall that we traveled to both Northern and far Southern California to see our remaining Grateful Dead friends play with their friends in the last couple of years, and we've hung out with our boyfriends Ziggy and Ben and Michael with some regularity.
I don't think we've posted about the fact that we returned to Kaboo this year. Remember Kaboo? The 3 day music festival right in our own back yard? It's low-key marketed as geared toward an older, wiser, "more mature" crowd, so naturally got a bit of a rep as being for boring old white people. I'd like to believe that I am neither boring nor old, but if the shoe fits, yada yada.
It was an awesome weekend, but the festival really wasn't as epic this year. The line up was good not great, and there were changes made to the layout that super duper sucked.
We had fun, though
|they had hall AND oates, and Beth and I knew every word to every song. Well, at least 3 or 4 songs.|
|The stages were packed, but if you are so inclined there was plenty of space to move around, find shade, or sit down|
|When the young whippersnappers started chucking inflatables around, we oldies banded together to bring them down to the ground.|
|even G Love is getting oldie, but he still rocked the house|
|we oldies know how to maximize space|
Last week Beth and I went to see
We oldies, that's who.
|Beth and her man led me right through the peeps to their special secret spot right next to the stage, and I got to gaze upon Ziggy unobstructed. Swoon.|
We oldies are still goodies, for sure.