Karl listens to music all day. He reads Rolling Stone and Bust, from there he heads to Spotify, and from there he listens to what is recommended if you like an artist. He records music videos, and when he finds an interesting artist he can spend an hour or more researching that person online. When he finds an album he likes, he plays it from beginning to end over and over for weeks and sometimes months.
When I realized my 42nd birthday was landing on a weekend, I was psyched. Usually I take the day off work and putter around town, getting my nails done, having breakfast, going thrifting, the sort of thing I usually don’t have the time or freedom to do. But a weekend? That meant I could have freedom AND romance AND someone else to make the bed!
On our summer road trip, we had no definite plans between Memphis and home. As we sat in our hotel room in Amarillo plotting our return trip, Karl mentioned he had always wanted to visit Asheville. It wasn’t feasible on our road trip as we had to be home by a certain date. But I knew now what to do for his birthday at the end of September!
I reached out to the Asheville Convention &
I haven’t been to a proper music festival in some years. Neither has my friend Nicole and she was itching to go to one. She did some research and the Hopscotch Music Festival in Raleigh, North Carolina seemed like a perfect choice. We’re not spring chickens any more, and have no desire to camp in the blazing heat and go without electricity and running water (hello Bonnaroo) and would like somewhere reasonably close so we don’t have to fly or take off more days of work.