On the battlefield of Edgefest
June 23rd, 2009I was pretty grouchy on Saturday morning. The idea of standing in the rain for 10 or so hours among a fleet of much younger, much more energetic music enthusiasts really didn’t appeal to me. I was already feeling a little like a “poser”, being 34 and having bought tickets to Edgefest. But, it was a good lineup, and I’d never have the time or cabbage to see all these bands play individually. That’s what I kept reminding myself when I pulled the rain poncho over my head and the skies opened up.
I wasn’t the only one with bitter feelings. My friend Alf joked about selling the tickets when we got there and splurging on a nice dinner. Cat admitted she thought more than once about bailing. Trevor, my husband who wouldn’t miss a concert even if the band itself cancelled, just shrugged us off.
But, I argued, I wasn’t 19 anymore with a carefree attitude. In those days I would head to Lollapalooza (or insert-any-concert-here) with my I.D., some cash and band of friends. In my younger days, that’s all I needed. I wouldn’t have thought about bringing a vinyl tablecloth for sitting on, or an extra couple pairs of socks. I wouldn’t have cared if I got wet, mucky, sore or had a few too many bevvies in the beer garden.
But you know what, when we got there and met up with some other friends, it wasn’t all that bad. Sure the spurts of rain were annoying, and my Chucks might never recover from the 12-hour muckfest, but the music was good and so was the company. And you know, I really didn’t feel all that old— at least not until I got home and my feet felt like cinderblocks and my lower back was partly crippled.
Cat, who also complained of sore feet, said she felt like she was on a battlefield all day. Alf said he had a new appreciation for soldiers who spend months in wet, mucky conditions like that minus the musical festivities. And it’s true. If the most I have to complain about is standing in the rain for one Saturday with eight amazing friends, knee deep in muck, to listen to a lineup of great musicians it can’t be that bad.
But, having said that, I may hold off on tickets for next year until I hear the weather report.

