August 14th through 16th was the Philadelphia Folk Festival and I had the opportunity to spend Saturday (the 15th) at its magical shire
Being my first time at this long running festival, I had no real idea what to expect outside of dudes not wearing shirts and a butt load of acoustic guitars. Well, the festival definitely delivered on both those features (delivered in spades) but there was a ton of other stuff too.
The area they have this shindig is, well, dang near perfect. A large river runs through thick woods, music is heard throughout them from secret stages sprinkled throughout, and a large stage for the main acts sits at the bottom of a big hill decorated with the chairs and blankets of the sprawled out audience. People seem to be running back and forth between their tents, the various vendors tables, the river for a quick swim, and the stages for a listen of some of the music. Though I only spent one day there I could easily imagine filling an entire weekend.
The music was great, perfect for laying out in the sun and letting wash over you. Tune-age varied from folk to bluegrass to dudes with big honkin’ harps.
People there were awesome too. A vibe just flowed from everyone and made me want to spend two nights there all the more. I COULD HAVE MADE FRIENDS! Do you know how unique this situation is for a dude with as many Transformer toys as me?
Like a four leafed snowflake. That unique.
What I learned today: Cooking is a science. You come up with a theory and test it out then learn from the data. Last tested theory: I can make Pad Thai? Data received: This is a lie.