Beer - Check. Bar closes at 1, gotta have at least a stash of fuel to keep goin'.
Granola bars - Mm-hmm.
Extra Strings - Check. 2 packs this year...we're fast learners after last years' stringbreakathon.
Extra picks - But of course.
Various n' Sundry Luthiery Kit - Yep. Beats listening to somebody's cheap annoying buzz all night.
Gatorade - Got it.
Red Bull - Artificial 3rd wind.
All we're missing is the double cheeseburger that will get us over the 5am hump until the coffeeshops open, and we're good to go to the first big evening of this year's FolkFest.
We'll bring a camera, naturally, but we're not gonna promise anything legible or intelligible for at least 4, maybe 5 days. During that time, we will once again attempt to drink our own weight in beer, eat more corndogs than is good for a fella, play tunes until our fingers blister, bleed, then blister again, have as much fun as one human being is maximally allowed in any calendar year, and generally blow it all out in one last throwdown before fishing season begins.
We got the Laurel all decked out with new wires and a shine job, somethin' she don't get but once a year. We played a little warmup session at lunch with a few of the boys, and all signs point to go for a good 120 hours of music.
A few pics from last year, to get y'all in the mood.
FolkFest, fools. Git'cher pick on.
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