The Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival
It is now less than 2 months from
the start of HSB and I'm already getting into weekend bliss mode. That's what Warren Hellman's annual gift to the Bay Area has been for
me. No matter how shitty life has been in a particular year, for 3 days
everything is beautiful. Thank you Warren and I'll be there in
October. ~ My dear friend Scott.
For years Scott has suggested that I attend Hardly Strictly Bluegrass and for years I've always had something else going on..until this year. Even though we went this year we missed hooking up with Scott who every year attends all three days. When he learned that I was writing a post on the event he offered some fodder for the post - an offer which I eagerly accepted. So this post is a shared work.
It was day two of a weekend (Counting Friday) that the
San Francisco Chamber of Commerce couldn’t have conjured in their wildest
fantasies. A convergence of events
promising to bring an estimated million visitors and their money, money, money
into the city. That’s what it’s all
about, right – money? The Giants are in the playoffs at AT&T Park, an
America’s Cup Yacht race on the bay, a Blue Angels air show over the bay, a
couple of street fairs, a parade, a 49er home game and in Golden Gate Park, the
three day Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival (lovingly known as HSB). Cora and I opted for HSB on Saturday, with plans to
evacuate the house early and beat the hordes across the bridge into The City
(“C’mon Cora, aren’t you ready yet? Hurry up!”).