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In fact, the band seemed chipper all day.
A noontime radio broadcast, sponsored by Four Roses bourbon, came with obvious benefits. More local distillery product, Ole Smokey Moonshine, was supplied backstage at Forecastle — far tastier than the authentic Kentucky moonshine that marred a Lexington gig years earlier, immortalized in the Trampled song “Feet and Bones” (“Those boys from Harlan
came, and they don’t mess around.”)
Most of the drinking waited until after set time, though. And then it came on like one of Young’s fiddle solos: woozy and loud, yet graceful and beautiful.
“It’s a nice last hurrah for them on this trip, which was a little extra chaotic for them,” Tholen explained/warned earlier. The band would fly home the next day for a three-day respite before continuing the summer marathon at such famed venues as the Newport Folk Festival and Denver’s sold-out Red Rocks Amphitheater.
With an early-morning flight to get home to the family, the birthday boy left the party early. The rest of the members wouldn’t fly out till midday, so they rolled on to see Forecastle headliner Beck finish it off.
The band loves festivals, and not just because they’re among the biggest paydays of the year. “We all got into this because we love music,” Simonett said. “A lot has changed, but not that.”
They greeted Beck’s song “Golden Age” with open beers, a big singalong and even a few air-guitar chords. If it weren’t for the other fans cutting in to rave about their show, you wouldn’t know this bunch from any other set of close friends in the crowd looking for a good time.
Chris Riemenschneider • 612-673-4658