The Scene: Talk about a Chill Festival. This small little festival was tucked away far into the Catskill Mountains, at a summer camp called Camp Minglewood. It had all the makings of a lovely summer camp; cabins for campers to sleep, docks and a lake for swimming, halls for eating and gathering. This weekend, Camp Minglewood was transformed into a vendor filled, camping, music loving extravaganza. Tents were mixed with the cabins, electricity was available for coffee percolators in the morning, hot showers (yes, I said HOT showers in the cabins) and the people were friendly. So friendly. Did I mention friendly? Hugs and good mornings from strangers and friends alike. It felt like one large big happy family, who were all floating on air from music overload, shared experiences and dancing hard.
Friday: So, after a long day at work, and a longer ride up to the Catskills, getting our wristbands, parking the car, finding the cabin, and unloading, we were able to catch the evening’s last set. My friend and I found our friends and I was jonesing for some music already. We bolted from our posse and went to find the music. We made the last set of the night, Break Science. I remember there were about 300-400 people, and some very heavy beats from Mr. Adam Deitch. After I got my fill from head nodding, and some hip shaking, we went to check out the fire drum circle. Jumping through mud puddles, we checked it out, and was treated to a fire dancer twirl right next to us. I put my toes near the fire, got warmer (thankfully!) and wandered around. We went back to the cabins to chill out with my posse, check out the vendors, understand the lay of the land, and think I passed out at 3. Oh – we had bunkbeds, typical for a summer camp. It’s been a very long time since I’ve slept in bunkbeds. (side note: bring padding for bunkbeds).
Photo by: Josh Raskin/Tiny Rager
Saturday: Ok, so I was hurting this morning. Between the crazy long week, the dancing and wandering till 3am, the bunk beds and waking up to the sound of the drum circle still going on, I have to admit… I was kind of hurting. If you know me, you know I am not the most lively, cordial, talkative person in the morning, and my new cabin mates learned that quickly. I found the coffee truck, bought three cups, gave one to my friend and drank the other two quickly. It helped… It was beginning to help.
The day was gorgeous, not a cloud in the sky, the sun was out, the weather was a perfect 80 degrees. It was spectacular. And perfect. And very Catskill Chilling.
The Heavy Pets: I gathered myself together, took a shower, ate a bit of food (don’t remember what it was), and got myself down to the stage for The Heavy Pets. It was a really nice way to start the day. The Main Stage wasn’t packed at all – probably under 400 people. The Pets jammed, crazy guitar licks, heavy groovy bass drum, bouncy, trippy kind of music. There was room to bounce. There was room to jam. I was relaxing into the vibe of the festival – the Chill.
Photo by: Josh Raskin/tinyrager
There was a surprise birthday party for me and a few other Virgo babies, that was completely a surprise for me. The coordination to get at least 20 people together, at a certain time at a festival is a feat in itself, but to have candles and goodie bags for the birthday boys and girls, well… all I can say is I am grateful. (And thank you, Karen.)
Photo by: Phrazz
Sister Sparrow and the Dirty Birds: Wow. Hello there. I’d never seen these guys before and… wow. Rage-o-rama. Horns galore, incredible harp player, and the chick that sings – WOW. I was impressed. We had trombone, trumpet, sax, bass sax, guitar, bass guitar, harmonica, drums, singer. The horns do a great dance in sync, Sister Sparrow sings it hard – full Aretha/Whitney/Janis in your face (the chick is about 5 feet nothing and maybe weighs 25 pounds. How does that work?!?) This band is on my highlights list. They are fun. They are funky. And I danced my butt off.
Photo by: Robyn Gould