While Ms. Brennan English is off on a summer adventure, I’ll be your guide to Forecastle Festival 2015. Aside from trying to touch the least amount of people in a crowded area, I plan on exploring all the music, art and activism. Hopefully, if I follow my to-do list, I’ll have plenty to share with you later on this weekend.
DO: Find A New Band To Enjoy
Obviously, I’m excited to listen to My Morning Jacket, Houndmouth, Sturgill Simpson and all the others. I’m even more excited to daydream that My Morning Jacket will pick me out of the crowd to sing-along with them on “Evil Urges.” I’m just putting this out there, I’m available. But, the greatest part of any festival is finding that one band that you haven’t fallen in love with yet. The next greatest part is talking about them way too much and recommending them to your friends until they get annoyed. I’m sure I’ll find a band to strongly suggest. I just hope it isn’t Diarrhea Planet. They seem to have the most unfortunate name.
Do: Chow Down
I get that this is a music festival. However, you must always follow the golden travel rule: whenever you leave your area code, you must eat fabulous food. I believe that I spent approximately the same amount of time on the Forecastle app investigating the food choices as I did planning my music schedule.
If you need me, I’ll be that girl instagramming my meal. If you are currently judging me, then I’d like for you to honestly tell me you are not even somewhat intrigued by the idea of a jalapeÃ±o corndog or pork belly on a stick.
Do: People Watch Without Abandon
Recently, I went to the Rolling Stones concert in Indianapolis and the people watching was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. I have high hopes for Forecastle. I am excited to see what a Louisville hipster looks like. It will be like seeing an animal in its natural habitat. I also get bonus points if the Louisville hipster says that something was so #L1C4YearsAgo.
I also plan on doing an extensive fanny pack and/or flower crown count.
TO-DON’T: Freak Out Like A Teenage Girl
I don’t do well around people with any degree of celebrity. Once, when I was fifteen, I saw Kid Rock in a mall. (It is possible that it was just some man with stringy hair wearing a wife beater.) I freaked out. I don’t even like Kid Rock, but for some reason, I thought I was meeting The Beatles.
I fear I will meet Chris Stapleton and ask him if I can braid his hair or something equally odd. Best-case scenario, I’ll have a story to share.
Regardless of how it all pans out, I’ll have a detailed report this weekend about all the hair-braiding, fanny packs, pork belly and other behind the scenes fun!