There was dark, then lights, then fire & smoke from the stage.
Lights down, music starts & mosh pits ramp up the rage.
The drugs & drinks all start to finally kick in.
All stages rock & blend into devilish din.
The lion’s share of patrons on music will coast.
Peace & Community vibe take over for most.
Circle back to the mosh pits & the groovy drum circle.
Clouds are moving in & their sky’s turning purple.
Two polar camps soaked & slick with rain, sweat & mud…
Had a great greasy time; til they hosed down their duds.
L.B.Stowe 