Sunday evening, we were all covered in a days worth of dust after sitting in the forest too close to a roving band of dancing hippies. Music filled our ears, we kept warm in scarves and gloves, with the trees illuminated by orange and yellow lights… and just as we were making our way around to the other side of the park, Old Crow Medicine Show started up with Wagon Wheel and thousands of people swayed in unison under the black San Francisco sky singing “My baby plays the guitar, I pick a banjo now” and we raised our voices above all others when the lyrics came to ” And if I die in Raleigh, atleast I will die free”. Such a song. such a night. such a memory.
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old crow medicine show as last act at the rooster stage at hardly strictly last night + a full moon (or something close)
