Epitome of Cool

A while back I was listening to some music where I decided that any band with a legitimate position for a sousaphone had it going on. This weekend, I proved that theory to a greater degree. Saturday and Sunday was spent at the Mile High Music Festival in a middle of nowhere place appropriately named Commerce City. Tons of bands performed from Tom Petty, Dave Matthews, and John Mayer to smaller names like Andrew Bird, Spoon, The New Mastersounds, Country Hill Revue, and even the local Rose Hill Drive and Flobots. The part I anticipated the most with high hopes was to stick around and watch the entire set of The Roots fronted by my adored ?uestlove and Black Thought. I know lots of people who look back on certain concerts and shows saying, "It was life changing!" and I've never quite understood if a show truly could be as they say it, as life changing. Perhaps maybe if you were tragically shot in the leg and paralyzed, or if you got into hardcore drugs, or if you met your future spouse, but none of these things are what my friends are referring to. In any case, whether a show can be life changing or not, I'm not sure, but when I got to see the Roots, I understood the emotion that would bring one to say such an absurd thing. They are the epitome of cool. I feel like I kind of already knew that, but seeing the life show makes it concrete. How could one band squeeze so much cool into one set? From "Tuba Gooding Jr." the sousaphone player, to the mic bling wearing MC, a very funky Captain Kirk Douglas, and a fro-ed out Q on drums, I was glad I made it to the front to see. My favourite: ending the set with Curtis Mayfield's Move On Up. That song is my favourite feel good song (see Good Times via CD) and sent me of for the rest of the festival feeling completely satisfied and giddy.    

The Half-Way Point

July already?? I've been so lazy with the whole blogging thing, who knows if it'll ever pick  up again. Summer is about 50% on the way out. Soon I'll be starting "the college years". Nice. I guess I look like I'm 15 years old. Or younger, but I would hope older. "I'm always so proud of little girls who eat their sushi! That used to be me."- is what the woman at the sushi restaurant was so eager to tell me. She looked 2 years older than me. A bit of a buzz kill, but I'll be the one carded when I'm 40 years old, nice. Things are lookin' up after all. 

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