Last night, we went to check out the late night crowd at the Riverside Music Festival, and I was not disappointed. There's nothing like walking into the main lobby and some strumming hitting your ears. You walk into the hallway leading to the lounge and another style of music floats your way. You can't help but peek in really quick to see who is producing such unique and interesting sounds.
After a quick glance, I continue walking down the hallway to another gathering area. I loved the sight we witnessed. There were about a dozen artist, and it was obvious they really didn't all know each other, but after a brief conversation, the started playing music and it all meshed. The rhythmic music made me tap my feet, and I leaned over and whispered to David, "This is what I have been waiting for." The bluegrassy sound made me smile and cause some reminiscing of my younger days when family jam sessions were occasionally on the weekend schedule. I was never part of the jamming, because the musical gene skipped me. However, my appreciation of the sound definitely did not.
We make a right turn, walk through a series of vendors, one which included liquor filled cupcakes (something I had never even heard of or imagine before...but they went unsampled on my part...lol) Then, we walk into the ballroom. The music was amazing...rich, smoky vocals accompanied by every kind of string instrument I can name (which, let's face it, I was not a music major.) We sat and watched a few people dance their hearts out, while David and I just enjoyed observing, being out past 9:00 for once, even if we were quite tired.
After a few songs, my face started to hurt from smiling so much. We decided to avoid facial injury, got up, walked around, and eventually made our way back to the lounge. We sat down and enjoyed a few more artist. We shared some laughs about inside jokes between just the two of us, and enjoyed the vibe and excitement of a place filled with music lovers. In full Sarah disclosure, I did have a little bit more trouble enjoying some of the lounge singers, because, while their talent was impeccable, strong swear words make me sad. (Hey, just me being me.) But, the talent was undeniable, and the music itself, completely enjoyable. The last band we listened to was incredible, containing also a saxophone and a beat box. I loved it, but, alas my mom ears could only handle being close to the speakers for so long, and we made our way home around 11:00. We walked to our car, amazed by the talent we had witnessed I'm so grateful that God made music. And, I'm so thankful that we get to go back to the music Festival again today!