I know now that I’m a grown-up and I know I am mature. I had some doubts, but Saturday night convinced me. Compared to some other idiots who attended the canceled Three Dog Night concert, I’m a model of civility.
Here’s the deal: I stood around near the West Bank Stage for a couple of hours, waiting for one of my all-time favorite bands to perform. Three Dog Night were my boys when I was in junior high school. I knew all their songs, bought all their records. So, despite the fact that several people who had earlier said they were going to the concert with me backed out, I went. It was really cold, so after walking from my car to the stage and standing for about 30 minutes, I decided I needed a heavier jacket. So I walked back to the car, which was probably a 10-minute walk or so. By the way, walking doesn’t hurt anyone. In fact, it’s rather enjoyable, even in less-than-perfect elements. This is another hang-up I have with Wichitans, who just hate to walk.
Anyway, back to the Three Dog Night show. Shortly after some people came on stage to announce the band, it started raining. And blowing. Really blowing. The wind knocked over the keyboards and they toppled to the ground with some force. Eventually, someone got in front of the crowd and announced the concert had been canceled. I couldn’t believe the reaction from some people, who jeered the announcement with lots of profanity. Un-freaking-be-lievable. How stupid are these people? THE KEYBOARDS WERE TRASHED!!!! It was a nasty, nasty night.
Now, if you want to be angry that the concert wasn’t held indoors, I guess I get that. However, the whole idea of the River Festival is to be outside. Duh. It’s not Danny Hutton’s fault, or Cory Wells’ fault, or Jimmy Greenspan’s fault that the weather did not cooperate.
I was ashamed of these morons who couldn’t come to grips with the cancellation.
Needed to get that off my chest.