Once again, somehow it all came together. Lucy and Bfly were taking a break from the festival circuit and the Party on the Mountain arrived just in time. Obviously, this was supposed to have been the week of FloydFest and with all its mammoth expectations they would have already been loading-in for the better part of the week. The feeling through the ranks of the mountain collective was palpable. At least now they could start the countdown for next year.

Friday. Sheryl Crow

Where was Corporal Shane Turner when the queen took stage? This was his moment. He had always dreamed of being her guitar tech/towel girl. Like Ma and Pa Kettle, this was the first time any of them had seen a monitor on a door of a refrigerator and they were sounding like old people. “Well I’ll be. Hey honey, come look at this. There’s a dadgum TV on the fridge. Dayum”.

Saturday. The Mofrito.

El Mofrito came in, trumpets blasting Florida golf course laments. Lucy hadn’t seen J.J. Grey since those New Years’ shows at the Buckingham Bar that Tamiami and Ma Roux bartended. At some point the crowd ran into Jaime Hot Damn Danielle Collins. That’s right. A wook wranglers favorite original gangster and mountain songbird. Visit her Soundcloud page and take a listen for yourself. Visit her Facebook page and find out where the next show is happenin’.

Bfly’s bed smelled like a dead animal but the mother ship hot tub was on point. Bet. At some point during the J.J. Grey show she took a wrong turn and ended up in the hidden and forgotten Land of Oz.

Sunday. Katie Pruitt and My Morning Jacket

Lucy woke up early and had to venture all the way to Lees McRae to find a working toilet. By the time she got back to the Aerostream she decided to wait in the car for the next “emergency” which only lay in wait thirteen whole minutes from now.

Litter Kitty had been playing “hard to want” all night but the girl with the Ozempic face had definitely shown some interest. Damn girl. Doctor should have told you to eat less and exercise but sometimes it be like that.

What were they supposed to do with the thirteen pounds they weren’t losing at FloydFest? His plan was to lay dormant all year and watch Netflix, and then lose all the weight during the Ethiopian marathon/sprint that was a week with the Across-the-Way crowd.

Keep up with the wranglers as we try to escape the firmament by sliding through Elements and Secret Dreams. After that it’s an Old Dominion combo with Iron Blossom and Front Porch Fest. September is mostly Lost Lands for the stage builders and of course October means CaveFest, Major Malfunktion and the Hulaween Tenth Anniversary Family Reunion. Yee haw. You got this.

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