Later, we accidentally sneaked through the artist's entrance into the Russian River Blues Festival, generously brought to us by Southwest Airlines and Budweiser. Past beer-fed security guards to where the yellow wristbanded and barbwire tattooed hoi polloi slept and burned under the sun to the sounds of Johnny "Kevin Bacon with Soul" Lang and his AM gold commercial tween blues pop band.
Over on the other side of the river, a menagerie of characters from the alleys and underbridges of Suttree's Knoxville. Weird saw-toothed, patch-haired old men and haggard looking ladies (like the one in gold lamé pants and a dirty black tank top), the smell of weed joints and pee, and crumpled cans of bud light like loose cobblestones littering the path to free dirt seats at the river's edge.
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