A couple of weekends ago we attended the Norman Music Festival with some friends. Chris was also there with a group of his friends. I’ve heard crowd estimates of up to 20,000 people and I’m inclined to think that’s about right. Several blocks of Main Street were blocked off and it was curb-to-curb people. It almost felt like Bourbon Street except the trash in the street was mostly aluminum beer cans rather than plastic go-cups and Hand Grenade cups.
We heard Todd Snider with our friends, some of whom are huge fans. It was fun to watch the old hippies singing along with Snider’s often humorous ballads and mild protest songs.
We saw several people we knew from Ada, including one of Chris’ friends – Jacob:
Here I am with my pirate/hippie/biker wannabe:
We also heard Starlight Mints and Of Montreal but I was unable to get any good photos of them due to our location in the crowd. My attempts to photograph the cop removing a guy from a tree weren’t very successful, either.
Good friends and music – doesn’t get much better.
Here are the lyrics to one of Snider’s songs:
My generation, part two, book three, verse four,
Jackson Five, Nikki Sixx
My old man says the Woodstock generation
Found a way to make this nation
Open up its eyes and take a look around
And he says my generation
Ain’t good for nothing
I could think of something
So I thought I’d jot it down
Here’s to hair gel
Hanging out at the health spa
Using condom sense
Watching L.A. Law
Here’s to drum machines
Stonewashed jeans
Credit cards, fax machines
Big bow-headed chicks and frat guys
Wearing forty dollar tie-dyed t-shirts
And big old paisley ties
Here’s to living off dad as long as you can
And blending in with the crowd
Oh, my generation
My generation
My generation should be proud
We were raised up in the hallowed halls
Of half a million shopping malls
And there ain’t any price that we’re too proud to pay
We’ll buy anything from Diet Sprite
To one thousand points of light
Hey, I admit we’re not that bright
But I’m proud anyway
Here’s to hair gel
Hanging out at the health spa
Using condom sense
Watching Arsenio Hall
Here’s to drum machines
Stone-washed jeans
Credit cards, fax machines
Big bow-headed chicks and frat guys
Wearing forty dollar tie-dyed t-shirts
And big, bold paisley ties
Here’s to living off dad as long as we can
And blending into the crowd
Oh, my generation
My generation
My generation
God, I hope I die before I get old
My generation
My generation
My generation
Strike a pose–there’s nothing to it
My generation
My generation
Oh, my generation should be proud
Looks like so much fun!
Krystal
You and your hubby make a very cute couple : )
We thought about going. We did go to Norman that day. Did you guys fry? It was quite hot that day.
Little Castle: It was a blast!
Donna: Aw, thanks.
Lisa: We ate dinner before we went so the temperature was fine by the time we got there. It kept looking like it would rain but never did. It was actually perfect weather for me…warm, breezy and humid.
Warm, breezy and humid is my kind of weather too : )