"After the drum circle, everybody head to the back for cupcakes," Joran yelled from the stage Sunday at Skipper's Smokehouse. [ed. Joran Oppelt is the marketing and promotions director for Creative Loafing]
He wasn't joking, nor was he stoned and yelling to a bunch of munchy-hungry hippies. He was addressing the kids and parents at Alchemy Fest 3, an amplified birthday bash for Joran's daughter, Alchemy. Although the fest was child-friendly, it wasn't that different from a 21-and-up show. Well, aside from the coloring stations, the diaper changing booth, the mattress for midday naps, the cardboard box built in the shape of a VW van for participants to paint and barefoot girls with black soles chasing bubbles, balloons and boys.
So maybe it was very different from an adult concert, but adult shows could learn a thing or two from a kid-themed concert, i.e. complimentary juice boxes and cardboard party hats. And to be honest, kids aren't that much different from drunks â slurring, slobbering, wearing mischievous grins and ready to laugh or cry at any moment. One little girl stumbled into me as she danced wildly, then pulled me onto the dance floor before even asking my name.
Another babbled to me, "What you doing here? You live up there. The sky."
To which my only response was, "Yeah, sure, guy."
One huge benefit of children over drunks is there is no danger of them beating you up for being a smart ass, and you can pick them up and tickle them if they get out of hand.