1. TAKE ME HOME TO THE PLACE I BELONG

By J.J. Colagrande

Almost heaven, West Virginia. Shucks. Been going to All Good for years. Remember when Dark Star Orchestra headlined? This year they had the boys, or at least who’s left of them, in Further. All Good. Ain’t a more mellow, old school, down home festival in the world. There’s a reason why they call it All Good, you know. Combine all the elements and the equation adds up to an amazing hassle free time. All Good. Blue-Ridge Mountains outside of Morgantown and those country roads have just the peace needed. Plus you’re still in the South. None of the East coast aggression, Midwest summer swag or West Coast ego. Just good-old embedded southern hospitality. Plus, the crowd at All Good is a little older. Heads that have been around for awhile understand how a music festival operates. Music, good vibes. All Good. Some of these heads come from the 70’s–they’ve seen big shows–like Watkins Glen in 73′, not Watkins Glen 11′. Indeed. Not to say everyone at All Good is older; plenty of kids jam on the mountain. Go with the flow, dude. After all, an American music festival will always appeal intrinsically to a young soul. The Picture of a Young Man as a Gypsie–oh, wanderlust–All Good–such a virtue to the young. The majority of kids definitely aged 18 to 24 young, you know , but the presence of older heads provides a sense of order and tradition that keeps All Good organized and vibing. Not like Camp Bisco or Ultra in Miami where everyone is out of control. Very fair. In the face of madness, we need some order. In addition, the music at All Good is just right. No hip-hop. Maybe a little deejay driven electronica or dub-step. Just a little, if any. You also won’t see commercial indie bands like Arcade Fire. All Good’s just the jammiest bluegrass-iest synthiest of all the fests. Which caters to the older aesthetic and the Southern location. Man. The ingredients are in the bowl, just ready for you to smoke it. I knew it’d prove mellow, coming from Oracledang and escorting Princess around. I wanted a relaxed atmosphere. In fairness, I knew dealing with Princess would be a mission, just kidding. I wanted to take my gal camping and show her a mellow music festival, not like Chicago. Turns out Kurtis and Geri also were making the journey so we agreed beforehand to link up, drive in and setup a little family campsite, no hassles, enjoy the West Virginian wonders of Marvin’s Mountaintop, a mid-summer’s dream of America in July. All Good. No drama. Ha. One always thinks that at first.

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