THE WEST FEST SAGA
PART TWOHere's where it all takes place, very large area, can't hear the music from one end when you are at the other. The West Stage is the big stage, the A team bands. East Stage is much smaller. Wonder which one we're at . . .
Show time. We're backstage, behind the East Stage, after an hour long walk from the car parked miles away due to the huge crowd. Eli and the Lost Creek band are already here, they are way behind schedule we won't go on for another hour, we didn't have to rush to get here after all, so it's kill time backstage till the performance . . .
Ready to go, been ready since six thirty when I woke up. Still in good shape considering the miles long walk from the car, carrying all the gear, so I'm able to visit with friends and pranksters and skypilots come to chat and share stories. . . .
Here's M.G., listening to a deep convoluted question from a person who has been waiting for this moment, not to worry, M.G. will fill the bill with the pertinence required . . .
And now the greater palaver, with Rebecca and Freddy getting the word from the stage announcer, a Bozo looking on, it is time to get it on, so come on, Lost Creek, get on the stage and start playing, time's a-wastng . . .
