Who Dat say they gonna rain out Gulf Aid?

With only a week to prepare but an extraordinary volunteer workforce, Gulf Aid was upon us. With a lineup that included well known artists such as John Legend and Lenny Kravitz, we were expecting a large walk-up crowd.

After checking the weather report early in the week, it didn’t seem like we had too much to worry about. Just about all of our festivals experience some degree of rain so a little rain might actually be welcomed as it would cool things down a bit. Coming from Arizona, believe me when I say that a “dry heat” beats a humid summer any day of the week. Even driving to the venue (a < 2 mile commute) we only experienced some mild showers that dissipated by the time we pulled into the Mardi Gras Word River City venue.

Well by the time that Todd came out of the venue after checking us in, that changed “a little”. His shirt was SO soaked (after a 50 foot run) that he actually suggested that I give him my shirt so that I could wear my undershirt for the duration. With tornado warnings being broadcast on the radio, I was beginning to fear the worst. It seemed like such a shame to end that way considering all of the effort that so many people had made in such little time.

By the time we got ourselves and our equipment safely inside, a decision had already been made to move the outdoor stage inside (a contingency plan that had been put in place by Rehage Entertainment) and the ticket sales and ticket taking lines were moved inside as well.
The Mardi Gras World River City (I’m just gonna refer to it as “The venue” from now on) was loaded with large sculptures of famous people, prominent Louisiana athletes and also mystical creatures. I definitely have to say that if I’m gonna through a huge party, I want Yoda and an amazonian Marilyn Monroe joining in the festivities and officer McGruff the crime dog handling security.

The stage that was originally planned to be out on the riverfront (also known as the “Coastal Stage”) was moved inside the warehouse and the “Wetlands Stage” was located in an indoor facility adjacent to the “Mansion” (being a tourist, I’m still not sure what this is representative of, if anything). From within the Wetlands stage, VIP ticket holders had a balcony view of the performance (in addition to free beverages).

With us set up between Poseidon (or was it Zeus?) and King and Queen Kong, we had our new home. The “Burger King” King was sitting directly behind us acting as supervisor and I must of looked back at him a dozen times thinking some creepy guy was sitting back there staring at us. With volunteers aplenty and our system setup, we were eager to get the party started. In spite of the torrential downpour, the event opened less than 2 hours behind schedule (which was impressive I thought) and people started flowing in. Funny thing was that after the event opened, there wasn’t a drop of rain (I personally think that Poseidon had something to do with that).

The day really flew by with the various acts playing and the crowd size growing. The Jazz was pumping on the Coastal stage and it was definitely cool to hear some of the local bands play. EVERYONE was friendly and excited to get together for a good cause. I don’t know if it was just a philanthropic crowd or what, but the people of New Orleans thoroughly impressed me. If not for the calls of “Who Dat?”, I wouldn’t have a negative thing to say about them (actually if I don’t have to listen to it during next years NFL playoffs, I’m willing to accept it at a benefit concert).

Warning: Sappy heartfelt moment
During one of my trips through the Mansion into the Artist bathroom (Why use a port-a-john when you have an all-access wristband), I remember actually considering how amazing it was that this was put together in such a short time. People truly can accomplish amazing things when they have great leadership and work together for something that they all believe in. There were so many people that helped out for this that I just want to personally thank everyone involved. I know that coming from AZ we aren’t going to be impacted as much by the oil leak but it was a good feeling to know that Elevate was able to play its’ part.

From the number of “thank you’s” and “Who Dat?” calls on the way out, I was convinced that the event was a success. I’ll leave you with the gist of a conversation that I had with “Bob” (one of the Rehage employees that was vital to the event and helped provide all of the gate volunteers)… “The event was a success the minute that it was decided to put it on”. Having Gulf Aid helped create so much awareness throughout the region and even the country that the success of the event cannot be measured simply in attendance numbers. I think that much of human nature is to ignore that which doesn’t impact you directly but it’s hard to avoid things that are in your face. Donations have continued to come in (http://www.gulfaid.org/) and hopefully these efforts will help to minimize the impact of the spill.

My last piece of advice is that you should pass on the 1am Cheese Steak and Onion Rings. Problem is, I don’t think that they serve salads on Bourbon Street.

Overheard at a Festival.

I’m sorry Sir, the barcode on this ticket has already been scanned. It’s not valid.
What are you talking about? That can’t be… I bought this ticket!

Yes, I’m sorry. The scanner tells me this ticket was used for entry yesterday at 11:45 am.
That can’t be. I bought this ticket!

Ok, I’m sure there must be some kind of mistake. Is this your name on the ticket?
Umm… No. But, well, actually my mother gave it to me. She bought it.

Ok. So your mother bought it. Do you know her zip code?
66943

Hmm. That doesn’t match what’s on the ticket.
Yeah, well, she didn’t like“buy” it, it was given to her by her best friend who bought it. He’s a doctor.

Really, a doctor? That makes me feel much better. Is he a medical doctor or a PHD?
(blank stare)

Well Sir, the name on the ticket says COMP.
Yea well, what happened was, he’s her next door neighbor, he couldn’t make it, so he gave the tickets to her.

So, Dr. COMPLIMENTARY gave you this ticket?
Yes.

The box office is behind you to the left.
That works too.

Are you connected?

I’m not asking if you have friends in high places, or if you’re already in a lofty place. I’m not wondering if you know people, or if your people know people. My question does not relate to your network as defined by business or elite social scenes. There’s a different definition of being connected that I’m looking for…

I’ll tell you about my new friends in Marion, SC. These are the folks that sign-up for a temporary job at the beginning of the day, not knowing where their work day will lead. On this particular day, it landed them the wrist-banding station at the main gate of a festival. Thousands of people cross through these gates to be given their credentials to attend. It’s a tough job – as the days are hot and humid, the characters are many, and most have been enjoying their favorite beverages since mid-morning.

After this particular long day is wrapping up, a familiar song can be heard emanating from the stage. It’s Sugarland’s cover of the Beyonce tune “Irreplaceable”. Only the music can be heard, as the stage and audience are blocked by a 30’ tall landmass with a long flight of stairs up the middle. Now, imagine the country twang version of this song playing in the background, while at the gates, we’ve got an impromptu soulful sing-a-long with eight lovely women belting “To the left, to the left… everything you own in a box to the left.” I even get caught up in the moment, and throw some back-up vocals in for good measure (which almost made the soul train come too a screeching halt). The girls are loving it, laughing and dancing, when one of the band leaders jumps up, runs to those same stairs shouting… “I’ve got to go sing with the white people”! We, of course, all scream and cheer as she makes her way off in to the distance. Right then, all of us, could have been connected.

The definition of connected could be in the generosity of the employees and partners of the festival. Whether it’s a venue staffer offering to take one of our guys the two hour drive to the nearest airport, so we can get a better jump on the day. Or, a partner at the complex who prepares bacon and egg sandwiches, all wrapped tightly in tin foil, handing them off and wishing us good luck and safe trip to our next venue.

Maybe it’s a simple and silent connection. Like the handful of commercial truck drivers who choose to flash their bright lights while I’m trying to pass, letting me know it’s OK to move back over to their lane. It’s a small gesture, but it’s still being connected.

Maybe this connection can be found in the helpful hands on a small farm road in Kentucky, where a certain late night RV driver gets stuck trying to make a bad turn in the middle of a dark night. This connection could be defined by the two girls who refuse to take money for their help, stating their reward is “God’s blessings”, and the Kentucky state trooper, the 64 year old tobacco farmer, and the tow truck driver in the middle of this same farm road surrounded by moonlit wheat fields and fireflies… There because they have a sense of being connected with a person in distress.

It could be my new 70 year old neighbor at the most recent overnight RV park who hooks me up with his 50 amp electric cord, while relaying to me the inner workings of the plumbing configuration on my unit as only a veteran RV’er can. He wants to help, to give me his knowledge, and at the same time feel connected.

What I’m trying to define could be what the festival experience is all about. The crowd singing in unison to their favorite songs, and the feeling that everyone there is relating in much the same way as you are, can feel what you feel, and gets the exact same rush. The connections people experience through music while not knowing one from another.

And then it makes me think… Why do we only really make an effort to connect with people when presented with circumstances that require interaction? What about all the discovery that can be achieved by making every interaction an opportunity? I would have never learned about my new friends and their stories on my own. I would not have gone out of my way. But with some energy and effort, I can learn more, and be connected everyday.

So… Are you connected?

All Access.

The glamorous life, which is not really all that glamorous, continues here in Marion, SC. Sure, you’ll catch a quick glimpse of a celebrity, or maybe sit near a musician or two at backstage catering. But that’s really where all the fabulous ends.

To some, the glamour is represented by the “All Access” pass. A symbol of industry acceptance and entrance into a world of flashing light bulbs and all-nighters. What’s funny is, the majority of people running around these festivals with this pass only enjoy “access” to “all” the work that’s left after the crowd is gone, and the stars have been tucked into bed.

With one of these passes, you may also get “All Access” to the internal radio chatter… A constant barrage of requests, demands, and disturbances. Imagine a lifetime mini-series drama broadcast in audio form. Think Tracy Gold, Meredith Baxter Birney, and Valerie Bertinelli having a heated discussion over golf cart assignments.

You do, however, get “All Access” to the fans. The people who make these productions possible. Access to the passion of a lady that begs to return to her car so she can get the homemade brittle, which she has iced down, to give to her favorite band member from Gov’t Mule. Then somehow locates you after it’s over to tell you that not only did she get the candy to them, and that they loved it, and… “You know what else I got?”, she shouts with more than a hint of red wine on her breath, “His guitar pick and their set-list…. All on my birthday!” as her arms flap in the air and her husband gives me the “she’s crazy” look.

Right now the pass I’m looking forward to holding doesn’t require a lanyard attached to a slick graphic. It’s “All Access” to my three favorite people and a chocolate lab that doesn’t check for credentials at the door.

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