I attempted to go see TMBG with a friend last night. He said he knew the venue—-it was really close to his house. So I went to his house and we were going to walk from there. We didn’t want to get there too early, because there was an opening band we didn’t care about. So we sat around playing guitars for a while.
Then we walked the several blocks to where TMBG was supposed to be playing. Nothing. Hmmm. We walked until we found one of the local papers and realized that the festival that TMBG was playing in took place in two different places. We had the wrong place.
The Right Place was near the river in Louisville’s downtown. While circling around trying to park, I accidentally drove onto the bridge. Before we know it, we’re in Indiana trying to get turned around.
We finally parked and walked for what seemed like miles and never found the concert. We asked some people if they knew where it was and they said ‘no’ and that we weren’t the first people to ask them that day.
It was so horribly hot that we decided to give up.
Oh well.
Maybe next time.
