I realized I was getting older today when my friends Kurry and Aimee had to get a sitter so we could go to the Langerado Festival, South Florida’s best hippie jamfest. This is the third year I’ve gone, but a lot was different this time around. Sure the festival was bigger, longer and now on an Indian reservation in the middle of the Everglades, but the best part was that, this year, there were a few bands on the schedule that I have been rocking out to since I was in braces.
I must admit, it was kind of weird to see MCA of the Beastie Boys jump around the stage as a graying 40-something. I also realized that, until 311 came onstage, I hadn’t heard “Down” performed live since the Wounded Hunters covered it at my high school graduation party in my parents’ backyard.
For the record, that is my friend Alana is the picture with me and she did not have to get a sitter. She and her husband are camping out through Sunday. Hardcore!