Tribal Connection Arts & Music Festival

Tribal Connection Arts & Music Festival
Zane Shawnee Caverns- Bellefontaine, Ohio
May 17-19, 2013

Last year’s Tribal Connection Arts & Music Festival was the kickoff to an amazing summer and I was excited to spend the entire weekend at this year’s event with my phamily and friends.  Just about every single person that I know that enjoys local music festivals was there to enjoy a fantastic lineup of bands of varying genres and installations from local artists.

By Friday evening a large group congregated in Camp Spot #63, the very last spot in the entire Southwind Campground at Zane Shawnee Caverns in Bellefontaine, Ohio.  I was in festie mode for the entire weekend, which basically consists of me forgetting about my phone, having no concept of time, dancing around a lot and drinking.  So that’s my excuse for having no idea about the band that I most enjoyed on Friday night- all I can say is that they did a rocking Rage Against the Machine cover that whipped the crowd into a frenzy.

The entire group decided to descend into the caverns for a little Saturday mid-afternoon adventure ($11 per person).  I am typically a little iffy about tunnels, caves and other confined spaces but I really enjoyed exploring the caverns as the guide gave us tidbits of information about rock formations, bottomless pits and missing divers. 

 

Saturday night was one great band after another including Tropidelic, Jones for Revival and Jimkata.  I was thrilled to run into John, the guitar player from my favorite band the Stagecoach Robbery and find out he was playing a set with Broccoli Samurai, which rocked.  Sassafraz, a band from Athens, Ohio, blew me away.  I was transfixed by the fire dancers.  I chilled for a spell in the Dream Machine.  It was a crazy fun night of dancing and wandering around. 

Tribal weekend was indeed one of connections.  I spent time with my core phamily group, some good people, met people I’d only known through Facebook and made some new friends along the way.  Enchanted moments were shared.  A chill vibe of peace reverberated through the event and attendees.  Tribal again was an excellent kickoff to what is bound to be a fantastic summer!

71 Hours in Colorado

71 Hours in Colorado
April 20-23, 2013

“This is the last time we’ll have a chance to sit for the next three days”, I told Meg and Neil at the Hamburger Stand as we sat and ate our lunch shortly after arriving in Denver.  We’d decided to stop before heading over to our friend Lisa’s because I knew that our visit to Denver was going to be a chaotic and haphazard expedition from that point on.  And it was.  Just minutes after arriving at Lisa’s SW Denver apartment, we were piling her family and the three of us into a two-car caravan headed straight for Downtown Denver.  We were already head first and full swing into another wild Colorado adventure. 

First on our agenda:  a tour of several banks in the downtown Denver area, searching for one with a working ATM.  As we crossed from bank to bank we could hear the beat of drums in the distance and the feeling I get when in Colorado was already coming over me.  From my outside perspective, Colorado seems to be a fine mix of libertarian ideals that combine conservative fiscal beliefs with liberal social ideas for a state that is clean, healthy and accepting of marriage equality and marijuana.  After finally scoring some dough, we turned and headed toward the rhythm that had been calling to us- two drum kits facing each other and hammering out a dueling cadence.  That was the first time we danced.

From there we wandered around the city in no particular fashion.  Denver has a lot of random things to see- metal sculptures standing in the middle of grassy knolls, giant blue bears peering into the windows of the Convention Center- that kinda thing.  Another spectacle observed that afternoon was the Annual Marijuana Rally held in a downtown park.  A typically jovial and laidback crowd numbering in the tens of thousands were gathered to celebrate Colorado’s recent legalization of pot.  We stayed for just a few minutes before continuing our tour of the city on foot and by car. (About an hour later, two people were injured when they were shot in an isolated incident which took place at the rally.  It is unfortunate that gun violence happened at what is supposed to be a peaceful gathering.)

Late that afternoon we checked into our hotel the Residence Inn by Marriot Denver Downtown- our studio room was the perfect size for three- and got ready for one of the highlights of our entire trip: the Cypress Hill/Slightly Stoopid ‘Hot Box at Red Rocks’ 4/20 show.  You know Meg and I had been talking about what we planned to wear to this event for the past few months.  We had thoughts of long dresses or hippie skirts.  Alas it was in the 30s that night and we were bundled in hoodies, hats and gloves. 

We met up with a couple of Lisa’s friends in the upper parking lot of Red Rocks Amphitheatre, chomped on some Doritos and headed in.  Not only does it have some of the best natural acoustics in the entire world, it is the most visually stunning arena I have ever experienced at any concert or performance at this point in my life.  As we walked down the steps toward the stage, a feeling of euphoria filled my body.  I was chilling with my family and friends at Red Rocks watching a spectacular event. 

After Tribal Seeds ended a short but powerful set, the act I was there to see- Cypress Hill- took the stage.  I was a teenager in the 90s.  We drove around listening to stuff like Rage Against the Machine, House of Pain and I cannot express just how much I loved the Judgment Night soundtrack.  So anyway, seeing Cypress Hill live was crazy!  We danced, Danced, DANCED.  At one point I looked up at the lights and noticed that it was snowing but there was such a great vibe moving through the crowd and we were all boogying with such abandon that it really didn’t seem cold at all. I chilled a bit more for the Slightly Stoopid portion of the evening and made an effort to take everything in- the lights of the stage and directed onto the rocks on either side, the sound of the instruments coming at me, the beat of the music, the laughter of my friends.  It was an incredible evening.  Legendary.  Epic. 

The next morning we rose early and started another day of exploration with a blast to the past- way deep into dinosaur times.  We headed out to Dinosaur Ridge, a small educational center that offers tours of nearby dinosaur bones, ancient dinosaur footprints and information about the geology of the area.  We paid $5/per adult for a bus ride to the top and a guided tour.  I think our guide’s name was TJ, it was his birthday and he was super.  He was such a smartie!  He knew everything about dinosaurs and fossils and microbes and stuff.  The 45-minute tour was interesting for the kids and adults in the group. 

We had a picnic in Red Rocks Park, then hiked one of the easier trails, a gradually climbing trail that transitions from packed ground to slabs of rocks and boulders to navigate around.  It was a beautiful day and the whole gang spent some try relaxing on some rocks with the sun on our faces before heading back down the hill.  On our walk down we encountered a Red Rocks Ranger, a particularly friendly woman who chatted about other parks nearby and funny experiences she’s had at this one.  I really appreciate the open friendliness of the population in Colorado.

Our next stop was Myxed Up Creations, a local shop selling Hot Box at Red Rocks concert memorabilia.  Neil wanted to pick up a shirt so we headed out that way taking a winding route through the neighborhoods on the outskirts of downtown Denver.  When we pulled into the parking lot we instantly recognized a familiar sight- the Slightly Stoopid van which had been on stage at the concert the night before.  How cool!  Myxed Up Creations is like a head shop superstore.  It had a large clothing section, purses and pouches, incense and more.  Neil scored his concert T-shirt along with a poster given to him straight out of the store window. 

After eating a dinner prepared by Lisa, we headed out for an evening at a local music venue Quixotes True Blue and watched a band called Funk Trek do their thing.  Funk Trek, a jazz fusion and funk (obviously) group was led by a quirky bass player, flanked by two kool kat saxophones, a key board guy, a guitar player or two, brass instruments and a drummer in the back.  I dug it.  There was a small group on the dance floor and as we started dancing near our table, a few girls moved over to dance with us- yet another experience of the welcoming attitude of the friendly people of Colorado. 

We spent most of our last full day in Colorado Springs, about an hour south of Denver down Interstate 25.  First we stopped at the Garden of the Gods Visitor & Nature Center to get a map of the road that passes through Garden of the Gods Park.  Although it was very misty, the clouds broke for quick moments and we were able to see Pikes Peak in the distance from the observation deck out front.  We picnicked in the parking lot, then piled into the cars to navigate the one-way route that circles the park and passes by some of the most mesmerizing rock formations I’ve ever seen.    We stopped at every few parking lots to get out and take pictures.  Although it was in the 60s when we arrived in Colorado Springs, it was way windy, like knock-you-over windy.  We had to hold onto each other when taking group pics.  It was hard to pull cars doors open and shut.  The temperature dropped almost 30 degrees in the short time we were there.  And that was just a small taste of the unpredictable and extreme sides of Colorado weather.

Before leaving the area we made one last stop at the Rocky Mountain Motorcycle Museum, located inside the Pikes Peak Harley Davidson.  Although it was small, the motorcycle museum was really neat with a lot of antique bikes, unique motorcycles like those used in World War II or mobile Harley mechanics.  It was a totally free activity with the added bonus of browsing the selection of Harleys for sale in the showroom below- I, personally, would love to get a silver bike that answers to the name Silky. 

Like my last visit, a homemade dinner with Nicole’s family plus the friends we’d met the Red Rocks show was how we spent our last night in Colorado.  We made a giant pan of sausage with peppers and onions, spinach salad with bacon and rolls and Nicole whipped up a delicious desert of fruit baked in cinnamon over ice cream- everything was delicious.  Nicole’s family talked about coming out to Ohio to visit friends and family and it would be great to return their hospitality with a big house party of our own.

The next morning we woke up to the thick layer of snow blanketing Denver.  A 30-minute drive to the airport turned into a hour with horrible road conditions, near zero visibility and driving an unfamiliar car but we still made it back to the airport with plenty of time to return our rental and make it to the gate.  Unfortunately, it took an hour to de-ice the plane and we missed our connection in Atlanta where we spent the next six hours waiting for the next flight.  We finally made it home around midnight.    

It was another fast-paced, high energy, hectic excursion around Denver and points surrounding.  We were again able to fit in a lot of free fun by doing walking tours and hiking trails and by picnicking and making home cooked meals.  We danced every chance we got.  We made the most of every minute of the 71 hours we spend in Colorado.