So when my son said that Snoop Dogg was booked for Pozo, I was of two minds (or three or four as is my personality, usually quartered not split). I was mentally cleaning up my stress from the 4/20 event and all the turmoil surrounding it. "Oh, I don't know, I know, I think I like him, I'm not sure, what do you think, what do I think, what does your horoscope say, should we have our palms read, is this good, not good...." You would think that when a show is booked, we go about the business of getting on with it. But no, it is really an ordeal. The behind the scenes of actually deciding on and getting on with it is brutal. Over thinking is the rule. Over worrying is the norm. You could tell me the Rolling Stones were booked and I could find every worrisome thing about it - traffic, noise, numbers, generators, kegs, caution tape, Highway Patrol, tortillas, vendors, on and on it goes. I couldn't just have joy in the thought that Mick was going to step on to Pozo soil. I could only think about whether or not we could figure out the guest list at least 48 hours before the concert.
Yes, before each concert there is an excessive amount of worry. I worry, worry, worry and Snoop Dogg made me worry, worry, worry. (looks weird written that many times, maybe that unknowingly is good therapy - such a strange word and with no purpose actually) My grandmother used be such a worrier ("Don't worry Mimi, we promise we won't get in cars with boys.") Anyway, I had misplaced worry about Snoop. Mimi really didn't have misplaced worry about us getting in cars with boys...
Snoop turned out to be one our most fun concerts. Snoop Dogg with a full band - who knew? Rebelution going on stage to such joyous cheers from a crowd that jockeyed to get as close as possible to them. A crowd full of the unlikely (at least for me) - teenagers bringing their father for Fathers Day, mothers and children, the over 50 crowd, a little bit of every demographic. I guess I should have known when some phone calls went "Do you have handicapped parking, I just had hip replacement surgery.." or " Do you charge for 5 year olds?" And I guess I also found the worrying was for naught when I spied my conservative Republican neighbors across the creek having their cheap seat BBQ with all their friends - for Snoop?! Who knew?
And so Snoop was fine - more than fine. He stayed to sign autographs and have pictures taken. Yes, he certainly is tall. Yes, his eyes seemed to be shrinking (what, him worry?) And yes, even with the head of the Narcotic Task Force negative summary of "some of the things that were going on out there”, I spied some fine members of our local law enforcement family enjoying every moment of being part of the audience. And Yes, it is About the Music. The Music that is "what goes on out here..."
Yes, before each concert there is an excessive amount of worry. I worry, worry, worry and Snoop Dogg made me worry, worry, worry. (looks weird written that many times, maybe that unknowingly is good therapy - such a strange word and with no purpose actually) My grandmother used be such a worrier ("Don't worry Mimi, we promise we won't get in cars with boys.") Anyway, I had misplaced worry about Snoop. Mimi really didn't have misplaced worry about us getting in cars with boys...
Snoop turned out to be one our most fun concerts. Snoop Dogg with a full band - who knew? Rebelution going on stage to such joyous cheers from a crowd that jockeyed to get as close as possible to them. A crowd full of the unlikely (at least for me) - teenagers bringing their father for Fathers Day, mothers and children, the over 50 crowd, a little bit of every demographic. I guess I should have known when some phone calls went "Do you have handicapped parking, I just had hip replacement surgery.." or " Do you charge for 5 year olds?" And I guess I also found the worrying was for naught when I spied my conservative Republican neighbors across the creek having their cheap seat BBQ with all their friends - for Snoop?! Who knew?
And so Snoop was fine - more than fine. He stayed to sign autographs and have pictures taken. Yes, he certainly is tall. Yes, his eyes seemed to be shrinking (what, him worry?) And yes, even with the head of the Narcotic Task Force negative summary of "some of the things that were going on out there”, I spied some fine members of our local law enforcement family enjoying every moment of being part of the audience. And Yes, it is About the Music. The Music that is "what goes on out here..."
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