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So I spent Memorial Day weekend in the gorge at Sasquatch Music Festival. It was terrific. So much happened.

Let me tell you about Ryan.

After the Mumford and Sons show, my friends and I had agreed to simply wait in the flat area in front of the stage for everyone to clear out so that we could find one another. The tides of the crowd pushed me to the back, where I waited.

As the mob cleared, I scanned the stragglers. I spotted my group, and started weaving my way to them.

On the course I had chosen stood a man. Dressed in jeans and a hoodie, he was standing stock-still in the middle of the floor, obviously stoned.

As I passed, he called, “Excuse me!” Surprised, I turned, “Yeah?”


“Okay,” I complied.

“Let me see your hand,” he said, catching my right hand and turning it over. “Ooookay,” I considered pulling away.

Holding my hand like a sinner begging a priest for forgiveness, he earnestly said, “My name is Ryan, and I have no idea where I am.”

I made a sympathetic comment as, still clasping my hand, he continued, “I was with friends, but they left me, and I have no idea where to look for them.”

“No idea like, space, or time, or what?” I asked, jokingly. He just stared at me blankly.

“I’m looking for my friends, too,” I continued, realizing he was too spaced out to understand my mocking. “I think I just spotted them, but if you head uphill I’m sure your friends will find you. It’s a high traffic area. I’m going to go now.”

“Okay,” he said, “Let’s hug it out.”

Since I had already hugged some strangers that weekend, and he really looked like he needed it, I complied. “Ohhhhh,” he sighed, “You’re the best hugger ever.”

“Oooookay,” I pulled back quickly. “High-five again?” Ryan asked. I high fived him. “Give me your hand,” he said, and took it. He kissed my hand, said, “Thank you,” and tenderly, so tenderly, kissed my hand a second time.

I pulled my hand from his grasp, shouted good luck, and ran.

I charged into the circle where my friends stood at top speed, simultaneously whimpering and laughing.

There were no more stranger hugs that weekend.


In Which there are several YouTube Videos of Awesomeness.

I mentioned in last Friday’s un-post that I was going to see an epic concert Friday night, and epic it was indeed.

Blind Pilot opened. I was a bit surprised because I thought they were much better-know than the Head and the Heart, but it didn’t bother me. They were terrific.

Then we heard from the Head and the Heart. I admit I hadn’t really actively listened to this band before, but I certainly am going to start. They by far played the best and most energetic set of the evening.

Finally, the headliners.

The Shins played a gorgeous set, with a good solid mix of their older and newer songs. It was amazing.

I had a few favorite parts of the evening. There were two songs ( 3 Rounds and a Sound and New Slang) when the whole audience was singing along, and it was intensely magical. Another favorite moment was when Charity started belting Rivers and Roads. So amazing. And the last favorite moment is when James Mercer came back onstage for the encore and played by himself.

This concert got me thinking about why I love live music so dearly. When I was listening the Oh, Inverted World earlier today I figured it out. After I see a band live, they’re suddenly more real to me. I picture the band playing the songs instead of just hearing, so I pay more attention and internalize the music better.

I also find live music to be exceedingly inspiring. Since I’m kind of a flaky musician, seeing concerts is sort of like a kick in the butt to continue practicing.

I have to throw this out there though– the Decemberists’ set last year is still the best show I’ve ever seen. (And it’s not because I’m not-so-secretly in love with Colin Meloy and yes I know he’s married so shut up.)

I’m planning to see Michael Franti and Spearhead in August. What concerts are you going to see this summer? Discuss!

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