IN FULL BLOOM
Golden Plains has certainly had a charmed life so far, and NUMBER FOUR was no exception. Blessed with (mostly) glorious Autumnal weather, a remarkable lineup and a peaceful, fun-loving patronage, she sailed along nicely. Thanks to everyone who came, played, took part, fell apart, got back together, hung around, dropped in, tuned out, had fun, worked hard, worked soft, went large, did well, put in, spread out and rolled along safely in her slipstream. It was all an Ode To Modern Joy.
Photos can be viewed here.
PLANS OF MICE AND MEN
The idea of Golden Plains was around for years before she had a name or a birthdate. The team here took a long time to refine and define what it was we thought she might be. As with most plans of mice and men, she hasn’t really turned out as we thought she would. Which is all terrific and fine by us – Golden Plains has very much evolved naturally, propelled by the wishes and desires of the people who attend, rather than by any grand plan, and that’s what a festival should perhaps be. There are a few things that are undeniable and intrinsic to her character – that she’s in Autumn, at the Meredith Supernatural Amphitheatre, on a Long Weekend, and is a smaller size than the Meredith Music Festival (also held at that site). Those elements are givens. After that, whatever plans we had are moot. Golden Plains is her own, and she is yours. Blaze the trail, we’ll follow the breadcrumbs through the forest. Something like that.
Again, if you know her, and have thoughts on this matter, we would love to hear them.
On Golden Pond,