Backstage with Baldy
Boone – May 10th
Due to some logistical issues and press requirements, the band stayed at the hotel until about two hours before showtime tonight.
So when we pulled up to the gig, I asked our faithful tour manager Chuck where the band’s onsite radio interview and meet & greet were being held, and he said “In that barn over there”, I laughed out loud and said “Of course it is”.
Welcome to Iowa.
It looked like somebody basically just hid the cattle, moved the tractors, threw up a couple of stages in the middle of their farmland, and sold some tickets.
And that’s not a bad thing.
It’s not unusual for a festival to be held in a field. After all, a flat, level, preferably grassy area is just what the doctor ordered if you’re looking to house a music festival.
It’s just that I’ve never looked out the window of the dressing room and viewed a barn. Or a grain silo.
None of that really mattered though.
What’s really important at a rock show is the people, and Iowa had plenty of those.
It was another frigid night, but the folks out in the audience still had an abundance of energy after a long day in the field.
Although there wasn’t a ton of crowd surfing, I began to notice after a while that a lot of the people coming up over the top were guys. Again, there’s nothing unusual about that, except that some of these guys were big. Like Iowa football player big.
I can’t imagine that it was too fun for the unsuspecting folks trying to enjoy the show to have a large defensive back come flying over the top of their head, but I saw it happen several times.
I guess it was appropriate that at a rock festival held in farm country, you’d get some livestock-sized dudes partaking in the mayhem.
After blasting through a nearly 90 minute set, the band walked off the stage and back on the bus, and less than 4 hours after we arrived, we were gone.
When you think about it, it’s a strange way to make a living.
Show up someplace completely new, hang around for a couple hours, go do your job for 90 minutes, have tens of thousands of people scream at you while you’re doing it, then leave.
Oh yeah, and get paid really well for it.
Not a bad vocational choice…