Every summer, Mrs. Pincus and a couple thousand other folks converge on Camden, New Jersey for a three-day music festival put on by my favorite Philadelphia radio station. The XPoNetial Music Festival — now in its twenty-fifth year — brings bands from all different genres to two stages for a celebration of fun, food, camaraderie and positivity. At least that's what it attempts to do.
The show is outdoors — rain or shine. Most years, the weather has been spectacular. A few times, performances have been cut short because of rain. One year, recently, schedules were shuffled around (with some acts being canceled completely) because the festival was scheduled the same weekend as a hurricane. This year, thankfully, the weather was wonderful. Bright sunshine, cool breezes coming off the nearby Delaware River and moderate temperatures never inching past the low 80s. Of course, an outdoor show is much more laid back. Attendees are free to stretch out and make themselves comfortable. Sure there are crowds right up in front of the stage, but for the most part, people keep a comfortable space between each other. Blankets are used to mark off territory and keep things orderly. But, there's always
that one guy...
On Saturday afternoon — Day Two of the festival — brought a variety of musicians to the two stages. Early in the afternoon, local singer Owen Stewart brought a full entourage to the River Stage to play songs from his debut album. From our regular vantage point — at the very top of the hill of Wiggins Park's natural amphitheater — we could barely make out the number of band members, let alone any recognizable faces. They played and we listened and, like most other people, we engaged in conversation with our fellow concert-goers.
Later in the day, Swiss-born Sophie Allison — who goes by the stage name "Soccer Mommy" — took the River Stage with her band. I have heard a few songs by Soccer Mommy on the radio, but I don't recall anything special about them. A few songs into her set, I found myself losing interest. I began absentmindedly scanning the crowd and finding my attention drawn elsewhere. Just then, I spotted a friend of mine sitting just a few feet away. He is a local guitarist and has played in a bunch of bands in the area. He is also a fellow graphic artist. Although we are connected on several social media platforms, I have not seen him in person since the last time one of his bands played the XPN Festival in 2022. I scooted over to where he was sitting to say "hello." He smiled when he saw me and introduced me to his blanket-mates, who happened to be his parents. We talked a little about his upcoming solo musical project and the current status of his current band. Then I asked him how his design career was progressing. Before he got a chance to answer
that one guy (from the second paragraph) who was sitting in front of my friend, turned around and tapped my forearm. "Hey," he began in an angry growl, "If you two wanna talk, take it somewhere else!" The last part of his demand was bathed in a particularly venomous tone.
I stopped talking. My friend stopped talking. We exchanged puzzled looks. I whispered that it was good to see him and I sheepishly slunk back to my blanket. I thought to myself: "Wow! That guy must be Soccer Mommy's biggest fan!" and I kind of felt bad that I was impeding on his moment. I glanced over to where I once was, expecting to see that one guy grooving to the monotonous sounds of Soccer Mommy, now that the air was rid of the distracting cacophony of my rude voice. Surprisingly, that one guy was gone. It took me less than ten seconds to get back to my staked-out, blanketed territory and that one guy didn't even stick around to the end of the song I was interrupting.
As afternoon turned to evening, I spotted
that one guy over by the smaller Marina Stage. He was standing by the side of the stage while venerable folk-rock mainstay
Richard Thompson was addressing the crowd between songs. During Richard's stage banter,
that one guy was screaming incoherently, trying to raise
his voice above that of the electronically-amplified Richard Thompson. As the next song began,
that one guy turned on his heel and headed in the opposite direction.
Throughout the rest of Saturday and many times over the course of Sunday, I spotted that one guy in various places on the festival grounds. Every time I saw him, he was alone... and yelling.
I hope he had a good time.
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