Please dear exalted Uber god; I humble myself before you to bless thy smartphone applications with peace and low surge-pricing to shepherd my clan of heathens and gypsies to the land beyond the gates of gold before the sun is directly overhead on the day before which you rest.
I say this prayer to our weekend transportation overlord because after six years of attending this festival, I know that a 12noon start is a rough start time, and entirely unfair to those of us who can’t fucking wait to stomp boots to Nocona to start off the day.
I mean, the reality is that my hangover and exhaustion-recovery time will factor much more heavily into this equation than I will let my sad-self acknowledge at this point, but body-be-damned if I can’t think of a better way to bookend Mr. Petty and his Heartbreakers, the night’s headliner, than with this band of yeehaw’s from LA.
If you can’t get to the Panhandle Stage by noon on Saturday, what you’ll be missing is a California Country band that fits right in with the dirt, trees and hedonistic behavior at Outside Lands and plays with an attitude and fire that is more circle-pit than line-dance. Well worth the extra effort to get to the park early.
If the old saying, “All hat & no cattle,” is supposed describe pretty boys and girls pretending to be country; Nocona would be all well-whiskey, cigarettes and fuck-you’s…and no hat.