Dear Tracy and Brian,
Just when I had about given up on humanity, you came along.
Even during a time of personal grief, you did the most lovely thing.
You gifted a stranger VIP tickets to Shaky Knees.
I hate that you experienced a loss. I hate that you had to cancel your trip to Atlanta for Brian’s birthday celebration, and thus the stay you booked in my Airbnb. But instead of reselling the wristbands, you (amazingly) sent them to me.
I will be honest here: I had never been to a multistage music festival.
Given my love of live music, it’s really surprising.
I’ve seen “Trainwreck: Woodstock 99.” That’s like “Halloween” (i.e., a horror movie) to me.
But your generosity pushed me out of my comfort zone.
My friend Jennifer was up for the adventure.

I really didn’t know what to expect, besides lots of music and people.



And among 40K people, what is the chance I would run into someone I know?
Very high, apparently.


One of the biggest perks to me was the use of air-conditioned bathrooms in an RV-type structure. No porta potty for this lady!

You know what else was free? People watching.
Let me say that I have mad respect for people wearing whatever the hell they want to wear.

I enjoyed seeing a medley of concert and other kinds of T-shirts. This one was my favorite:

I also loved that parents brought their older children (12-16 or so). As someone who indoctrinated exposed her children to music early on, I approve. (My kids’ first concert was The Police.)
Jennifer and I packed in as many bands as we could.


All put on a good show. And I know most people were there to see Muse, The Lumineers, Hozier and The Killers.


But I was there to see two artists:

Those two made the festival worth it for me.
Though I’m not a fan of crowds, everyone was well-behaved.
We had a great time!
So thank you for your generosity.
I hope you will be able to make the trip next year. And if you do, I owe you a deep discount on your stay.
Thanks again!
Your new friend,
Beth