right by the sound booth. We had the best seats in the house for great music all day.
And, we got to hang with the sound crew,and they are always the coolest guys!
We had friends drop by and visit, we made new friends, sold some books, played a few songs.
Ate festival food, gotta love the best junk food in the world, funnel cakes, lemon aide, hot dogs,
BBQ, corn on the cob! If I had only gotten a candy apple, too late, kids beat me to them!
As with all small town festivals, the listening crowd ebbs and flows, there is so much to see, so much to do, folks stop and listen, and then move on to the next booth or stage. Today proved W.C.
Fields quote about never following/sharing stage with small children or dogs. In between each
musical act, local dance and gymnastic groups performed.........little cute kids, age 3 to maybe 17.
As the kids would come into the stage area, the stands would fill with people, grand parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, parents, etc. They would cheer for the tiny dancers, and then poof!.....
as soon as their show was over, the crowd would disappear. Because we were there all day, we caught on early, but there were bands who just showed up to play, and for the first twenty minutes of a forty minute set, just your normal flow of listeners, then whoosh for the last song or so, the tiny dancers, entourage would fill the stands! waiting for those tiny tots to sway and wiggle to Three Little Witches! You could see the guys on stage, as the crowd would gather,
thinking wow, we're really bringing them in...........then all those cute little prancers would take the stage, the crowd would go wild, and yep, one more time, as soon as the last kick or twirl took place, grand pa and everybody else moved on.
My niece Breeze and nephew Stone were part of the tiny dancer scene, and I have to admit, I was really proud of them. Breeze is six, she dances, is learning guitar, sings and is already writing her own songs, Stone is eight, plays football, and is an awesome dancer! I was never that cool when I was a kid!
It's been a good day. Rick is watching Alabama football, and I have to tell you, it doesn't matter if they win or lose, he has been a Tide fan his whole life. They are winning right now, so he is a happy camper. I think I hear a nice warm bath calling out to me, then a cup of hot tea.
Good night, Sweet dreams.