Between the drinking, eating, and lying out next to my fabulous hotel pool — I actually did see some music at Jazz Fest. Galactic, Anders Osborne, and Pearl Jam. Eddie Vedder (holla atcha Evanston, IL!) had some choice words for BP in regards to the oil spill.
He toasted them with red wine — which apparently is to Eddie Vedder what vodka is to Mother Drucker — and asked that instead of sending their spoiled sons and daughters to fat camp or Southampton or Cap D’Ail, the fat cat BP executives send their over-privileged progeny to clean up the beaches in Louisiana and Mississippi. To quote Eddie, “I’ll be there, too.”
But there is ONE SONG I simply can’t get out of my head, and I have to thank awesome pal Andrew for hooking me up with a band I’d never heard of, The Old Crow Medicine Show. While standing outside House of Blues waiting to go in, I saw some particularly cool looking folks in cowboy gear who were either entertainment for a child’s birthday party or the band. This dude was standing with them, too — holding a banjo:
Who knew that Ed Helms is A. from Georgia and B. multi-talented? He contributed to the folksy, foot-tappin’, harmonica-blowin’, bluegrass rockabilly sound for a few numbers, but then he took off and they saved the best song for their encore. I was standing next to a set of twin guys who (surprise!) were also born on April 30. (April 30, 1981 that is.) But still. It felt like fate. Like I was meant to hear that song, at that time, in that place, with two guys who share my birthday and my taste in music. Yee-aah. Mama rock me. Enjoy!