Redneck Olympics Part 1 (Brief)

Of course it has been over for a week, but I still remember everything. Currently the guy who hosted it is being sued by the Olympic committee over the use of "their" word. We will see how that turns out.

What can I say? I showed up and drove through an oversized gravel pit where ATVs and trucks were navigating sand, mud and people. The air smelled like gasoline and cigarettes. The music was loud because of the sound system. Everyone had a drink of some sort in their hand and by the time I got there, everyone seemed tanked. I watched two girls fall off a mechanical bull as if they were sleeping once it started. The mantra was "What happens in Hebron stays in Hebron."
After two heavy rock acts and a certain contest (which made the stage wet and the guys unruly), we set up our equipment as quickly as possible. Ants were taking over the speakers on stage and I had to step through people with my 3 keyboards and stands-- and everyone wanted to be a friend and had an opinion at that time. After a mess of getting ready, we started in on our set. Lyrics were lost, the sound fluctuated, and not every band member was on the same page. I had lights in my face, sunglasses on, and my hands were busy so I just wanted to play the songs and give a good performance. I guess we did.

While there was light you could see the ground. Seemed calm now.

Can you guess what the contest was? Standing in water afterwards made me the loser.

Pics have not come in yet from the concert, but they will for Part 2. Thanks!