Call it Purple Haze Without the Odor
Rusted Root at the Duke Energy Center - Samantha Grier of the Cincinnati Post
Cincinnati wanted to open it's brand spankin' new convention center with a bang. A bang of a bongo drum, that is.
The Duke Energy Center flung open its doors for the first time to the general public, and the folks in tie dye and dread locks came in throngs. That's because the city opted to spring for the less obvious but just as enjoyable Rusted Root to christen the Grand Ballroom.
Think back to your days in college or high school (or maybe younger for some of you readers). RR probably made an appearance on one of your mix tapes back in the day, likely their big hig Send Me on My Way.
I know at least I was a big fan.
It's funny. My musical tastes haven't changed much, but my appearance sure has. I don't wear my painstakingly crafted hemp necklaces any more and I can't remember the last time I had a pair of Birkenstocks on my feet (though I'm not opposed to sporting those ugly/comfortable sandals). My style has evolved away from the left of center category to that of something that, well, you'd see at a Junior League meeting. The tie dye was tossed out long ago and I'm not really a fan of collecting any more t-shirts pimping out my favorite concert of the summer.
There I was, thick in the middle of an almost 40 year late Woodstock scene, complete with my teal blue polo shirt (no, I did not pop my collar) and my perfectly coifed hair-do. I felt kind of like a voyeur, watching people in the crowd do their fluid, far out, trance like dancing to the rapid beats of songs I used press repeat to on my CD player.
I started shaking my hips a little bit to groove my way back to my junior year in high school, surrendering my figurative membership to the Preppy Handbook club.
And it felt great.
Who cares what you look like. As long as you have a good time doin' whatever you're doing, it's good in my book.