It’s been a year since I was pumping (milk) on stage during the Descendants to bring home to my 10 month old nursling. It was our first real time apart from Atticus. I was equal parts excited, and scared shitless.
This year I had the same tinge of anxiety leaving Atticus behind Friday night, but all I kept thinking was that he would be asleep and wouldn’t even notice I was gone.
This time I got to see my sweet friend Natalia, who was accompanied by her nursling Peribeau. We shared our lovely nanny, and were able to enjoy a moms evening.
Punk rock babies.
It was so fun. We watched Bad Religion, Masked Intruder (seriously uber-cute songs), Joan Jett, overheard some of Atmosphere and finished the night listening to Danzig/Samhain/Misfits.
Alyssa and I hosted a babywearing class in the morning, and unfortunately I had to miss sushi, but instead was able to meetup with Kevin for a couple hours of rock time with the tyke.
We knew we wanted to bring Atticus for at least a couple hours for familial reasons. We got back to the festival just in time to wave hello to our friends in production. We hopped on stage for TSOL where Atticus pumped his little fists with the rest of the crowd and clapped along too. It was super cute.
By 1:30 it was naptime so into the Obimama he went and passed out about 10 minutes into X’s set. We opted to walk the good mile and a half back to our car, and get Attixus home to the nanny so we could return for our evening of rock.
Blondie. A little too much auto tune
Rancid. Fuck yeah.
Part of the Violent Femmes. They do their thing well.
And enough of Blink 182 to remember why I’m not a fan. We returned to the house at a reasonable time and I got to snuggle my little buddy. It was perfect.
Against Me was playing early, and it was raining. Kevin did not want to get out of bed, and I did not blame him. Luckily my girlfriend Mary was in town so we hopped in the car and headed down to the venue early so we could catch them. Seriously their set was amazing. It is always fun to sing every word to every song around the friends you love. Mary, Shakes and his girlie Christy and I bounced and sang the afternoon away.
Downpour. What’s a festival without some mud? I remember my daddy taking me to Reading, Leads, Popkom, and other European festivals as a kid, and it was always muddy. Sunday was so nostalgic, I was around good friends and the lineup wasn’t too shabby.
Rocket From the Crypt. Balls. Holy shit, those guys put on a good show. I had only heard one or two songs before this, and was planning on heading down to Suicidal Tendencies, but I got sucked into RFTC. They were so good.
17 Crimes could have been the anthem of my teen years, and I Hope You Suffer packed quite the angst filled punch.
Overheard a bit of the Pixies, but anxiously waited for the Replacements. Somehow I found myself on stage. My mind is still pretty blown by that.
The weekend was so fun, I was able to cut loose, hangout with amazing friends, and feel a little bit more like “me” again. Good job Riot Fest, you did well.
Now it’s back to the daily grind; three MommyCon’s in the next 5 weeks. Let the anxiety commence.