My mom asks me yesterday.
Here’s a pretty good reason why.
(Don’t see me waiting in that do you?)

Small price to pay for my “snarky” ramblings.

The weather is phenomenal.
You really should come out here and run into any boss, old crony, or ex-girlfriend you’ve ever had.

I’ve been coming to this thing for so long that I’m pretty sure I can’t relate to how the tourists must see it. (You Memphis kids know what I’m talking about.)

BSMF hasn’t changed much in the last several years.
The usual suspects are all here all here. Hippies and hipsters and old folks and little kids. Nerds wearing stupid hats. Con men running their game. Foreigner blasting out of the Hard Rock and nameless R & B cover bands in the park. Pretty girls coaxing the tourists into the bars. Ugly dudes on motorcycles. Young girls with no clothes on and old men drinking Divers by themselves.

Just feels like home to me.

The North Mississippi All-stars and Derek Trucks are both great bands, if you’re into that stuff.

I’ve seen them both 969572 times so I’m gonna try something else.

Like Popa Chubby. His set was pretty tough.
Hell, he looks pretty tough.

Now, I would like to think I’m a person with a good imagination…

Yet, I’m having a hard time imagining what it would be like to be entertained by Sum 41.
The kids seem to like it, but I was more than a little embarrassed/uncomfortable in that crowd. (and I heard the worst guitar solo ever.)

It made me feel old. But old in a good way.
Older than 16.

cheers