I took a little hiatus to attend Bottlerock this weekend. It did wonders for my head and heart. I was insanely lucky and blessed to have had such an experience.
Music makes my soul fly. When it is live, the feeling is 100 fold. It reminds me that even though there are hard days, there are also blissful ones to pursue.
On day one I got to do a Meet Greet with Silversun Pickups and Macklemore and Ryan Lewis. I then got to see half a dozen bands perform on different stages - Saint Motel, Fitz and the Tantrums (I met the singer later that weekend) Galactic, Macklemore and Ryan Lewis and Maroon Five.
Day two I did a Meet & Greet with Michael Franti. He was the most genuine artist I have ever met. He came out to sing the group a song and then insisted we take a group photo. When we lined up for our solo shots, I waited until everyone had gone and asked him if he would mind hugging me in the photo (he hugged everyone, then posed them with his guitar). I just wanted to melt into him. When the shot was done, I said "I don't want to let go" and he replied "me either" so we just stayed like that another thirty seconds. I let go before the security team swept in.
I saw Andra Day, Michael Franti and Spearhead, and Tom Petty. In between shows I hung out with Jessica Childress, Michael F et al., and met dozens of really lovely people who went out of their way to make conversation with the lady who was possibly the one of the few flying solo there.
Day THREE! I went early and started the day off with The Helmets, a group of four boys between the ages of 12 and 15 playing metal just like their fathers do! They were hard! I ran to another stage to see Arizona and then back to the main stage to see Cobi (dear lord he is beautiful and brilliant). Then Gavin Degraw, Live, Band of Horses! It was gorgeous. I snuck out at one point to do a Meet & Greet with Gavin Degraw who was very charming and tried to lean his head into mine for the photo before it dawned on him that the brim of his hat was knocking me in my head.
Then the unthinkable happened. While holding a front rail spot, waiting for the Sunday night headliner, one of the women I made friends with who worked the festival grabbed me and asked if I wanted to meet the Foo Fighters. The FUCKING FF's! The one band I was willing to stand in the blazing sun for 4 hours just to claim a front row seat. She promised I would get my place back and dragged me out. I have had dreams about this before. I had briefly met the drummer once but now I was going to get to hang out with the whole band. My poor little heart was fluttering like a hummingbird.
I walk back to the artist area with seven other people. We are all giddy and acting like 16-year-olds. They bring us into the Foo's private area and put us in a little area. We mill around like cattle waiting for the band to arrive. I decide to sit down and do a little meditation so I don't come across like a crazed fan (which I am) and then I see Dave, Pat, Chris, Taylor, Nate, and Rami. I am in the far corner watching them walk in, unsure what to do. Pat walks straight over to me, puts out his hand and introduces himself. We shake hands and he smiles at me, asks me if I am feeling a little nervous, and when I say, a little, he tells me to put my head on his shoulder. I do. Then he asks if I am feeling better, I AM!
All the other band members come over to us and introduce themselves to me. They are sweet and funny. We chat about shows I have attended and how excited they are to perform after a two-year break. Other commoners (like myself) meander over and I decide that if I am going to actually say more than hello to Dave, I am going to have to go to him.
I walk over and lean in on a conversation he is having with a lovely couple from Virgina. I wait until he is done and he turns and runs right into me (I was basically blocking his way, on purpose.) Here it the transcript of our conversation:
D: Oh, hello (handshake) I am Dave
K: Hello, I am Kimberly, nice to meet you
D: Nice to meet you, thank you for coming
K: Thank you for having me
D: Shall we take our picture?
K: Let's
I am positive I made a HUGE impression on him with my wit and sassy conversational skills.
I am first in line to get my photo taken. I had made a deal with Pat to stand between him and Dave because I am so tall and they are the two tallest band members but somehow I am standing in front of all of them, they are arm in arm, and I have nowhere to go so I flex my muscles in front of the band (to the applause and quiet cheers of those watching) and SNAP, the photo is taken. As I am turning to thank them, I accidentally semi-punch Taylor and the face. Yep...me in a nutshell. Taylor said, "geez, thanks." To which I reply, "I tried to warn you, I am an Amazon!"
We are all ushered back to our original places in the front row and then I wait. I wait to see one of my favorite bands of all time come on stage and tear it up. And they deliver. They played for two straight hours. Song after song, the crowd sings along. Dave sang and screamed and told stories in between. It was a perfect show.
At three minutes to 10 PM (noise ordinance curfew for Napa) they broke into Everlong, their last song. At 10 on the dot, they venue cut the sound. The band didn't miss a beat and the crowd sang at the top of our lungs through the end of the song. For me, it was perfect.
I walked out of there on a music high that has stayed with me. I will never forget the day I punched a Foo Fighter. Bliss.