It was ridiculously hot. It took me 15 minutes to realize that my white wife beater would become my face towel for the day. It was loud. It was colorful. It was my first time at Vinoy Park. And finally, at the age of 24, it was my first time experiencing Warped Tour.
It's been three years since I attended a music festival and as I walked through the ticket line into a field filled with tents, stages, beer stands and even a slip n' slide, I instantly recalled why I love outdoor fests; passing through the gates meant entering a world of the unpredictable and the unexpected. I didn't know what kind of crazies I'd come across (there were bound to be some amidst the 10,000 attendees), what kind of new music I'd hear, or how pleased I'd be with the bands I was there to support.
This article appears in Jul 29 – Aug 4, 2009.