A few weeks ago I stepped out of my comfort zone. Typically, this is something I'm all for doing. My dilemma here was that it involved music.
See, I love finding new music to listen to, but at the same time, I like what I like and I tend to stick with it. 80's Madonna and Whitney Houston anyone? What can I say? I'm a material girl and I just wanna dance with somebody.
There was a single performer that had me typing out my credit card info to purchase a 3-day bracelet. Gary Clark, Jr. If you've never heard of him, I urge you to give him a listen. Save Me, Bright Lights, Big City, and Church (below) are probably 3 of my top favorites. I was really looking forward to seeing him.
There wasn't anyone I wanted to see the first day except Elle King, which was cool.
|De La Soul|
Saturday was pretty awesome because I found 3 new bands I liked. Have any of you ever heard of/listened to Misterwives, Lord Huron, or HAIM? I'm seriously in love with HAIM right now. They're amazing live. It actually poured during their set. And I do mean poured. I should have taken an "after" photo because this girl looked a hot mess.
Photo cred to Governors Ball
|Photo cred to Governors Ball|
And then sadness struck.
Early Sunday morning they announced a delayed opening due to potential weather. 4 hours later, Sunday was canceled. There would be no Gary for me. I was disappointed but really, who wants to stand at a concert in pouring rain and strong winds? No thanks. They e-mailed some photos Monday of the destruction that took place and I'm really glad it was canceled.
Throughout the event, there were a few things I learned.
1| If it's not in NJ there's a very high chance (read: 99%) that I will not be attending. I'm sorry. We all know NYC is amazeballs but trekking to Randall's Island for 2 days? No bueno. Let's just say I got in a LOT of steps in those 48 hours. So much so that FitBit awarded me with my India badge.
2| Festivals are not for me. It's not that I'm too old for this shit but... I'm too old for this shit. Unless it's DMB, I don't want to do concert benders anymore. And certainly not all day with a bunch of 18 to 25-year-olds. Like, omg. totes no way bro!