Showing posts with label best practices. Show all posts
Showing posts with label best practices. Show all posts

Saturday, August 9, 2025

An Old Lady Guide to Music Festivals: 3 Best Practices

I know that many of you are reading the title, shaking your head, and thinking, "Why in the world would I go to a music festival?" 

And, I get that. I am a true music fan. Always have been, and obviously at this point, safe to assume I always will be. But, I understand why people would question spending a lot of money to stand in a field somewhere amongst thousands, and in some cases over 100K, sweaty people in the dead of the hot summer, just to listen to music? It's a good question.

Yes, you will encounter an abundance of drunk, often middle-aged idiots, partially clothed teens, drug-adled losers, and an assortment of other odd eggs. The people watching alone is truly next-level. Are these people you would choose to spend time with? Certainly not, in most cases. 


Another reality: It will also most likely be hot as balls...or worse, boobs!  And, for sure, you'll walk a lot more than you would probably like...especially in that heat. I typically log around 20K steps per day during a typical music fest. 

Of course, this is all dependent on the type of musical festival you are going to. There is Lollapalooza, one of the biggest music festivals in the world, held here in Chicago. This is the Olympics of music fests and not for rookies, unless you are well-prepared. 

There are six stages, but the distance between the two main stages is daunting, nearly a mile, or just under a 20-minute walk. That is, if you didn't have to navigate through a gauntlet of 100,000 other people to get there, which happened to me this year at Lolla. I got caught like salmon swimming upstream against a flood of sweaty, panicked young women leaving the Role Model set and trying to make the Gracie Abrams set at the opposite stage. It was terrifying. 

While not all music festivals are this big, you still need to do your homework. Know the bands you want to see, and where and when they are playing, so you can wisely and strategically chart your course. Backtracking is your enemy. 

That said, you must be prepared, so I'm here to help. You're welcome.

Tip One: Dress appropriately

Dress accordingly. If you are anywhere in my age range, the most important thing is to wear comfortable shoes. And, not sandals unless you like picking straw, sticks, and gravel from between your toes constantly, as festivals often take place in the middle of fields of any kind. 

That seems like a no-brainer, and yet you would not believe the number of people, typically women, who show up in cowboy boots. Nothing like your feet marinating in your own sweat all day, then add a few blisters. Or the high heel wearers. These idiots are easy to identify by the end of the night by their "Night of the Living Dead" zombie walk, along with the leather pants wearers.

Breathable fabrics are also a plus. Again, you will see a lot of tragic fashion choices at music festivals that will make you question whether anyone actually looks in a mirror before leaving their house. For many years, the girls were eager to show off their boobs, often bedazzled with glitter, just in case you missed them on first glance. Bras were nearly nonexistent for a while.

This year, the "fest" fashion trend was wearing shorts that show off the lower butt cheeks. I wasn't aware that was a thing, but not surprising, as I don't interact with large groups of female tweens, teens, and Z'ers. You have seen people wearing pants so low that their underwear shows? Well, this is the opposite. I guess like the "side boob," this fashion fail is a "this too shall pass" proposition. Just saying: not all asses are public-ready. 


It's also important to bring the essentials in your clear backpack that measures no more than 12 inches square. What to bring? Sunscreen, an empty, clear, reusable water bottle, earplugs, a hat, sunglasses, lip balm, tissues (for when portos run out), cash/ID, and a Turkish towel that can function as a wrap, a place to sit or as rain gear (that one was a welcome surprise). 

I usually also smuggle in some contraband...like granola bars, 😉 which I can do because of my advanced age. Another privledge. Food is stupid expensive and often terrible, so limiting the amount you have to buy, when possible, is best.

Tip Two: Don't drink...a lot.

I love my wine and margaritas, so this isn't a drinking-is-bad sermon. That said, for me every expensive, overpriced drink might trigger another trip to the bathroom, and bathroom trips can be tricky; not finding the bathroom but sucessfully finding your way back to your spot. 

Below is an aerial drone view of Lolla. Now imagine having to pee in the middle of that set, make your way through crowd to find bathrooms and then somehow find your way back to the same spot. Or not, I have lost people.  Bottom line: The less bathroom trips, the better. 


If you're a drinker, you're having multiple drinks, so many bathroom trips, and repeat, triggering multiple adventures that take you away from hearing music. I usually will have one strategically timed drink. 

In addition, with all the heat and walking, staying properly hydrated isn't easy, so you'll need constant and copious amounts of water just to survive. You sweat most of the water out, but drinking alcohol dehydrates you. 

I love going to festivals with my best music buddy, Stephanie, who is not a drinker. I never have to leave seeing a band because she needs a refill, and she's as cheap as I am so doesn't want to spend the money or waste the time buying food or shopping. She is also there for the music.

I am aware that many people see concerts as an opportunity to party and socialize, but that often makes it less enjoyable to everyone around you.. And, while I don't want to be a bitch, I am there to listen to music, not listen to drunk people who, instead of listening to the music, are just loudly talking through it. Yes, I'm grouchy because I'm old (see title). It's another privledge. 


Note: While having to pee at music festivals can be anxiety-inducing, the good news is modern porta-potties have come a long way I have a kitten-sized bladder, so this is important. This year at Lolla, there were all flushable, so no more holding my breath as long as possible. Amazing.

Tip Three: Have a good exit strategy

Yes, I know this sounds like this Progressive Insurance "Dr. Rick" commercial, but it's vital. Leaving Lolla at the end of the night, along with over 100K other people, is a thing of nightmares. Riding public transportation with a bunch of smelly, often drunk, teenagers is not pleasant, but neither is a $100+ ride share. All the options are piss-poor. 

So before every concert or music fest, I carefully weigh my exit options. Anyone who has been to a concert with me knows: I always come with a pre-baked strategy of when and how I am getting home. I first do my research on setlist.fm.com to determine what the band's typical set list looks like, and most importantly, how many songs are in the encore. 


My plan is typically to leave mid-encore; you can hear most of the rest as you walk out anyway. This is key, because getting that 5-minute headstart on the rest of the Tom, Dick, and Harries will get you home so much faster. At the end of any music event, spending extra time navigating through crowds or sitting in traffic is just a real bowl of bummer, so follow my lead to avoid it. 

I do think that, at any age, a music festival can be a great time and a wonderful way to open your ears and minds to not just new bands but entirely new genres of music. Bluegrass? Wasn't aware I even liked it until I heard Billy Strings and Michael Cleveland, a blind bluegrass fiddler with several Grammies, at a festival in Louisville, Kentucky. 

If you are a music lover, like I am, the ability to see many bands in one place in one day is very compelling. Start with smaller festivals and pick accommodations that enable you to walk to the venue, when possible. Do your homework beforehand to investigate bands you don't know who will be there. Some of my favorite bands I discovered at festivals. 

I hope everyone is having a great summer.

Rock on.

Barb


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Saturday, March 28, 2020

6 Tips on Working From Home


I know, I know. You are all just in shock that you are being gifted once more with a blog from Barb. It's my CoronaVirus gift to you all. You missed the first one? No worries, read "It's About Damn Time" here

So knowing full well that you are all sitting around doing nothing has spurred me to action. I am like an obnoxious, attention-starved kid at a large family gathering who has finally gotten everyone's attention. I gotta strike while the attentive irons are hot.

So many of you are now being forced to work from home so I thought with my two decades of experience with this, I could pass along some true gems of knowledge as well as some best practices born from years of trial and error.

1. You're not really hungry. Just because your workspace is in close proximity to your kitchen does not mean you should be eating more. When I first starting working from home, it was like I could hear a voice summoning me to the refrigerator. Throughout the day I would find myself standing in front of the open fridge. Since I did all the grocery shopping, there were no surprises in there and yet here I stand. Am I hungry? I just ate a few hours ago. A month and five pounds later, I decided I needed a plan in place. So now I bribe myself; if I work for two hours without getting up, I reward myself with a treat.

2. You don't really have to pee again.
 I call this one POOB, or Peeing Out of Boredom. Yes, this is a real thing too. The problem with POOB is that once you have gotten up, there's a litany of other distractions—legit shiny objectsthat will prevent you from going directly back to the office or workspace (laundry, wiping off counters, picking up, unloading the dishwasher, plucking your eyebrows, etc.). I admittedly have the attention span of a young ghat (not a mature adult ghat), so anything that takes my eye off the wheel is not good. A conflicting factor is I also have what my kids call a "kitten-sized bladder" so there is always an inner struggle: am I getting up to pee because I really need to or is it simply POOB.

3. Set boundaries with your kids (and spouse, if applicable). My children knew there were only two reasons to interrupt mom while she was working or even worse, on a call: unconsciousness and dangling limbs. That's it. Anything else can and will wait. My office was in the front of my house, so in the warmer weather with windows open, I could literally hear my kids a block away as they got off the bus fighting the whole walk home. I regrettably had a glass door to my office so they would come and silently plead their case or accuse their sibling of outrageous things. They would construct signs and hold them in the window, creative little shits. I can't imagine how you are all working with small kids you can't threaten to kill if they disturb you. I'm officially starting a prayer chain for you all. Stay strong. 

4. Dress down. There is no dress code, folks. Work-from-home attire is all about comfort. My "schlubby chic" look is comprised mostly of hoodies and sweatpants. I have amassed quite the collection of leisurewear over the years working from home, but I must admit that probably 80% of the time I am likely wearing one of three pairs of sweatpants: two pairs of flannel-lined Athleta sweatpants or a pair so ugly my ex used to refer to them as my "birth control" pants.

When the weather first turns chilly in the fall, putting these treasured garments on is like feeling the welcome embrace of an old lover. So warm and familiar. No judgement for occasional weight fluctuations. And, bras are optional ladies so let them free. Now a disclaimer: once you've let the horses run wild, they are not going to be too happy when you strap those saddles back on again. Gravity is not your friend so wearing at least a sports bra is probably best. 

The same theory applies to your waistline. So I would recommend every once in a while putting on a real pair of pants just to make sure the jello is still in the mold, so to speak. It's too late for me. I put on regular pants now and my entire lower body starts experiencing some form of claustrophobia and I feel like I'm slowly being suffocated. Same with shapewear but that's a whole other blog. 



5. The mute button is your friend. If you like me spend a fair amount of time in meetings, or calls, the mute button is essential. With it you can continue to participate in work calls while also: screaming at your kids, answering the door, passing gas, eating, peeing, beating and/or petting your dogs, throwing in a load of laundry, etc. I know this because I have done ALL of these things while also on work calls. Not naming names, but I've been on calls when people forget this valuable tip and while incredibly amusing, you don't want to be this person.

6. Communicate with others. Those of you with a spouse and/or kids at home, this one will be easy lifting. For those of us who live alone, however, be sure you reach out and communicate in some form with others daily. I've spent years teaching my dogs English so I spend a lot of time talking at them. I also rely on texting, Skyping, exchanging memes on social media, and yes, even sometimes calling people to stay socially connected. My Boston-based work team has started doing weekly video meetings now that we are all WFH. My response to the initial idea was as long as it didn't impede with my religious right to observe "No Bra" Monday, I was in. 

Bottom line. While I enjoy the social aspects of being in the office, my ghat-like attention span prevents me from being really productive. I think once the adjustment period is over, you will all find that you can actually be more productive and focused working from home.  

Forge on soldiers, brighter, and warmer, days ahead. 

Yoga Update: I haven't given up! I will say that the minute I roll out my mat, my right buttock starts twitching in some type of Pavlovian response. I've enlisted Laura and we accidentally did an intermediate class this week. I was attempting this ridiculous pose where you try and balance your body with your knees on your elbows (I think they train elephants to do something similar). Anyway, I lost my balance and fell on my face. Entertaining, if nothing else. 

Bowie sitting on my head as I was attempting yoga.

I also struggle because every time I get on the floor, the dogs think I'm down there for them. So keeping them at bay while doing yoga makes any beginner class intermediate. I'm not giving up though. I'll keep you all posted on my progress. 

Hope you all trying to stay busy and active. Would love to hear what you are doing! 

Until next time. Namaste.

Barb

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An Old Lady Guide to Music Festivals: 3 Best Practices

I know that many of you are reading the title, shaking your head, and thinking, "Why in the world would I go to a music festival?"...