Folklife Festival was this weekend and I had the pleasure of enjoying my dear friend entertain the masses with some slack-key guitar playing - his festival debut. The music was beautiful. His daughter danced. His sister danced. He was very focused and could not tell how still and silent the room was. I wish he had truly been able to see the faces in his audience. It was a magical set.
Now, the rest of folklife was exactly as expected. Drum circles everywhere. Dreadlocks on babies. Punk-ass bitches. "Please never act like that..." I say to the boy everytime we pass them.
"I smell B.O." That was my favorite. Had a delicious crepe. Bought some great earrings.
Lots of teenagers giving Free Hugs. Hell Yeah. Only some of them didn't mean it. I hugged the one who was really offering. Embarrassed the boy. Delicious.
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