On Saturday, September 20, we played Clark Park's Fall Fest in West Philly. It was a warm, perfect autumn afternoon. I am bad at estimating the size of crowds, but more than one friend estimated this one to be about 1000 people. And I think I felt a little bit of love from every single one of them. If not love, then at least respectful co-existence or a lack of indifference upon hearing our material. Oh, and a peculiar man named Omar danced in the dirt directly in front of the stage and tried to swipe my USA hat right off my head. He totally broke my concentration as I tried to introduce the band. But I did finish doing so, and then I wanted to tell him he was demonstrating way too much disregard for his own clothing to deserve my hat. But by that time, guitarist Kermit had spit a full mouth of beer at Omar and told him he was lookin for a world of pain. Words to that effect anyway.
But Omar danced on, in his way, and I could not help but feel he too was sending out his odd brand of love and appreciation to Headflap.
And I now send out bundles of love and gratitude to Kermit and all the other organizers of the Fest for showing West Philly a great time and letting Headflap be a part of it.
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