|The tall tall Tall Tall Trees. Okay, not super tall, but taller than us.|
And before you knock our photos, let's introduce our lovely lovely pho- ah, it's just us. On an iPhone. A really frustrating thing to get photos off of, apparently. But we digress... let's move on.
We're listening to THIS BAND AS WE WRITE THIS RIGHT NOW:
|The fantastic Ms. Phox|
There's a secret amongst those covering this kind of festival. Basically, there's a love/hate relationship here. It's fun, it's fantastic, it's freakin' awesome; but, quite frankly, it's exhausting. We HAVE TO run to each stage, catch photos, catch a song or two, run to the next stage (rinse, repeat, write... pass out). Yes, it is fun, but then you miss out on bands like Reignwolf. Never again.
Reignwolf is like pulling Steppenwolf out of the grave - okay, they're not really dead - infusing them into the body of a long-haired ragamuffin, letting him eat Peter Fonda's brains a la Easy Rider, and then... HOLY CRIPES THAT'S GOOD! They're our number two act, despite having barely caught them - all this based on 1. That the lead singer actually goes by Reignwolf; 2. That Reignwolf grinds that poor blasted guitar on speakers loud enough to impede reproduction for at least six months; and 3. That we apparently can't figure out where the trio hails from. So, most likely, the deep deep forest. Amongst the Tall Tall...
Speaking of pulling style out of the grave, check out the hippie sister below. She's got a stream on a little thingy called NPR. Probably until Tuesday. Do we have to introduce her? We don't know. Let's see if you can guess by the getup.
|Like... groovy... what year ho?|
Sound: girl + guitar grooves. And chameleon-colored robe. We still really love "Acid Tongue" of hers. Been too long, lady.
There is a confession we have. We don't really get into the Grateful Dead. Like. At all. But, we do have to respect their contribution here, and we're not going to knock former Dead'er (there must be a term for it, right? Even that we don't know...) Robert Hunter. And we have a good picture of him, to boot.
Despite some mic difficulties, and maybe a case of the mumbles, those who knew who he was were quite receptive to the gent. We can't really say anything bad about him. That'd be mean.
But we can tell you our number one. With a bullet.
|Alas... no more Lizard Lounge|
|Too... much... soul at stake!|
And we need to add Jimmy Cliff, too. Absolutely.
|Hey, Mr. Reggae Man|
"In case you forget, I'm Jimmy Cliff." We don't think that's going to happen, good sir.
And finale, that picture of Mr. Savino we promised (what a perfect name for a teacher!):
What a nice guy! And awesome signature. The shirt is utterly cluttered, and it's not even Sunday yet...
(More to come. Eventually.)