who directed the cult beach classic jaws called it “perhaps the most fucking fun festival” that he’s played in his 20-plus years of touring. Grohl can eloquently add the adjective “fuckin” to any and every statement, and he stated his regard for Hangout more than once throughout the weekend.
Festival-goers donned their beach attire, put their bare feet in the white, sugar sand of the Gulf Coast and cut loose to the eclectic sounds of over 60 musical acts spread out through six stages. The weather was absolutely perfect, the local southern hospitality grooved flawlessly with the out-of-town attendees, and it was virtually impossible to find an act that were less than 110% fired up to take the stage and deliver.
Before going into the descriptions of individual acts, it is important to note, as Michael Franti did during his performance on Sunday, that the absolute highlight of the weekend was the victory won by Gulf Coast organizers and residents, as made obvious by the glory of this festival. Despite setbacks, environmental and economic, endured by the people of this fine southern region in the recent past (BP oil spill, Tornadoes), the success attained, and the smiles and happiness in existence due to this festival happening are a testament to the positive ethic and perseverance of the locals. Some of the finest folk in this great country of ours may get pushed, and may momentarily scramble, but they will sure as fuck jump back to their feet, stand tall, get straight and throw a party to rival all parties. Bless these folk, all they have endured, their ongoing strength, and their hospitality!
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