@AndyShore Zack and I were on a mission to get to ACL in time on Saturday for Grace Potter & the Nocturnals. First, we were late departing because we had to wait on someone. Next, Zack realized he had forgotten his cell phone as we were arriving at the shuttle. Grace was scheduled to go on any minute, by the time we reached the festival grounds. It was crashing time. We went straight for the lines, no hesitation. This day, my fake bracelet wasn’t working. I briefly tried to explain to the old man who scanned my ticket that I had faced the same problem yesterday and he should just let me in. I was convincing no one. Zack got turned down as well. We headed to the Ticket Help area, where Zack and two others had crashed on Friday. We strolled in a Zack picked up a program from the table. I asked him what time Grace went on and he looked it up. I asked the security guard what time it was. She didn’t have a watch, and when another person overheard and offered up that it was 12:30 (Grace time), we were on our way. No questions asked. Too easy. I’m not complaining.
With the sun baring down, Grace Potter & the Nocturnals brought the rock we needed to beat the heat. It sure felt like a “Hot Summer Night,” despite it being just after noon on an October weekend. Grace was as stunning as ever in a gold, sequenced dress. She admitted to the crowd she didn’t realize the stage would be so high, and asked us not to look at her panties. Rock and roll.
Some of the slower, more country songs may have been guided towards the Texas crowd. They’re all sung beautifully, but it’s not what you want to hear when you’re neck is turning 4 different shades of red. The band closed with more of the hard rockin’ tunes that I’ve come to know and love. “Ah Mary” remains a staple, but new songs finished out the show. Not before Grace removed the insanely high heels she’d been hopping around the stage in all day and worked it on a cover of “White Rabbit.” “Paris (Ooh La La)” proved to be a great crowd sing-a-long. Closing the set was “Medicine,” which is possibly my favorite song off the new self titled album. It has replaced “Nothing but the Water” as their set-closing song. The full-band drum jam remains.
We left our first Grace Potter show at Landerado 2008 in awe. A stranger summed it up perfectly, telling Zack and I that “1000 dudes just fell in love.” I can’t even compute how many incurred the same fate at ACL. Compared to ACL, Langerado is a festival for ants.