Too tired to talk

June 07, 2008

Debbie Ingram

Hank Jr. rocks.

Hank Jr. and his bad, bad ways ... R-O-C-K-S!

It’s midnight. He played a long set. About an hour and a half. Started early. Big crowd. Sleepy and tired.

Hank did say he is playing 20 shows this year. This was number 18. Said he can play where he wants to. His people give him a list and he checks off where he will play.

“I wanted to be in Enterprise, Alabama!” he screams to the delight of the crowd. “I don’t wanna go to Cleveland!”

He played some Johnny Cash, Jerry Lee Lewis and Waylon Jennings too. He also gave shout outs to Banks, Alabama, and Troy University girls. We had a few other young ladies down front giving shout outs of their own too. The video cameras caught their flashes and flashed it on the big screen.

Lots of traffic.... Just got a text from Peggy. Her and the hubby are headed back to Dothan. There’s a road block at Highway 27 and Shell Field Road. State troopers had two handcuffed. Text your driving and drinking friends. Tell ‘em to stay put or find a driver.... There’s avoiding jail and then there’s saving lives.

Goodnight, rowdy friends. We are settling down .... for the night.

Cya

Wow … Lynyrd Skynyrd

Whitney McHugh

Wow.

Is that an appropriate response for the Lynyrd Skynyrd performance me and 100,000 of my closest new friends just saw?

It hardly begins to explain what I cannot.

I leaned over during the show and told the husband if Ronnie Van Zant’s little brother had asked us to go to Washington and demand changes, we would have. Had he asked us to go to Saudi Arabia and demand more oil, we would have. Vote independent? Sure. He had that much of a grip on this crowd.

We stood ready. I told the husband I was sure I wanted a rebel flag in the front yard now. I was sure of it, I tell you.

LS put on an outstanding hour-and-a-half show that was shoulder to shoulder. The crowd went wild and sang along with “Sweet Home Alabama,” “Tuesday’s Gone,” and “Simple Man,” which the band dedicated to the troops.

A half dozen rebel flags flapped in the breeze as Van Zant took a big flag on stage and wrapped his microphone stand with it. I am telling ya, it was a Southern moment of pride, with cigarette lighters glowing in the dark.

For a moment, I was back in the ‘70s doing those things we did in the ‘70s and with little regrets or apologies. We were young again and looking for a good time. For that, we thank the band.

But it was the band who thanked us, the fans. “Thanks for keeping the music alive all these years!” Van Zant said.

LS is one of those great, classic Southern rock bands that has transcended generational lines. The husband and I commented on the number of young people in the crowd. Twenty-something year olds who were not alive for the original Skynyrd, yet they have kept the music alive.

My teenaged daughter is always amazed when I know a song she knows. Then I tell her that band was around back then or the song is a remake. As teens are prone to do, she argues the point.

Back to the present: The band left the stage at 9 and came back in a flash for what ended up being a 30-minute encore of “Free Bird.” The song turned into a memorial for former band members who died 30 years ago in a plane crash in Mississippi.

People are moved. Having a great time and getting’ ready for Hank.

Wish you were here jamin’ with us!!

It must be the heat….

Debbie Ingram

OK, I know that last blog entry probably made me sound like a dang lunatic.

As I like to put it, I am passionate about my work. The husband often thinks I am a little bit whacked.

Anyway, thanks for listening. I am about to head back out and interview folks for a man on the street story for tomorrow’s print edition. I am not looking forward to it because it’s 96 degrees out there. I wish I could remember if I have had a shower today. I feel so sticky and dirty and, uh ... buggy.

Whitney from the paper came out Friday and is headin’ back this way. She is the guru of all things Internet and she’s posting photos and video, from the Main Stage field, amid the fans. Her 5-year-old daughter curled up in a chair last night. The child slept through ZZ Top, but it was a long night, after a long, hot day for everybody.

That’s one of the great things here. The evenings are so pleasant and cool. The dust remains but you can’t see it so well. And the dust is on the roads, not around the entertainment. I have found if you tilt your head just so, late at night the dust takes on a surreal look. You might mistake it for fog or a mist. Think tropics… Think hard. OK, go stand under the mister and think tropics. OK, go get one of those non-alcoholic Pina Colada’s in a coconut nut head, stand under the mister, and think tropics.

(The husband got one yesterday. Ridiculous. Grown 6-foot, 6-inch man walking around with a coconut monkey head lookin’ thing. With a straw. Like he’s sucking it’s brains out.)

I just met Peggy and Paul at the main gate. Peggy is the one who’s been getting all those great interviews with the entertainers this week. Ricky Skaggs, even! Anyway, we are all snapping at each other too. We are hot and irritable, I tell you. Ready to settle down for a little light listening. Oh, wait. This is LYNYRD SKYNYRD NIGHT!!!

City editor Kendall is over here too somewhere. And Max O the photographer is back. Yesterday he walked ALL THE WAY from the stages to our trailer. A long, long walk. He’s young, though. Max has taken on this assignment with great enthusiasm. It’s not quite what the WWE is to our new reporter, Greg, but Max loves to shoot concerts after dark. Plenty of that here.

OK, a few more folks to interview, then the work, work part of this gig is over ... for today anyway. Will tell you about the shows later on.

Miss you and wish you were here.

Oh, please let me vent….

Debbie Ingram

I have discovered Ronnie Gilley and myself have similar personalities.

Get it all out there. Tell somebody how you feel, express yourself to them directly, then get on with what you got to do.

Twice this week Ronnie has been pissed at me .... ok, not really pissed .... but he has chatted with me about coverage. Today the issue is the ticket story on today’s front page of the Eagle. Ronnie has not seen today’s paper, mind you, but is going on what he has been told. And people have been telling him that I am killing him, hammering him on the front page.

As a news reporter, I work for a news organization whose goal it is to report. When I find an issue that people complain about, or they jump up and down about ... that dear readers, is news. Yesterday, besides the heat, there was an issue, a general grumbling about having to buy drink and beverage tickets. In other words, a beer is 5 tickets, or $3.13. Vendors don’t take cash. They take tickets.

I quoted people complaining. I quoted Billy Graham talking about it. I quoted people who said, what’s the big deal, but perhaps because the headline read “Ticket system causes stir,” WHICH IS ACCURATE, then I am giving negative publicity.

Ronnie and I went back to his motor home and talked about it.

We both raised our voices, but we both talk loud anyway. It was intense. But that is a NICE motor home.

“Have you seen the blog? Have you read the stories?” I asked.

No. He’s been pretty busy, uh, putting on the event of the year down here in Coffee County which will most likely draw 100,000 people. He and many of his right-hand people are surviving on less than 4 hours of sleep each night. Who has time to look at the paper or go online.

Anyway, we talked it out and got over it. I shared with him my question of the day, provided by Debbie T. from Wiregrass Live: On a scale of 1-10, rate BamaJam. The lowest score so far, an 8. Second question, how likely are you to come back next year? The lowest score so far, a 9.5.

We high-fived it a few times as I congratulated him on the success. And this is it, folks. A successful festival. And we parted intact—as reporter and developer. Not friends but in our separate roles that must not be crossed. We are interviewer and successful businessman who is interviewed.

To maintain that status, the Eagle news staff does not accept free tickets to BamaJam. We buy our own.

I’m sorry I have to vent so on this, but its countless, the number of times someone says, well, the story just “makes it sound like, blah, blah, blah.” Key words here would be “makes it sound like.” Read the words, please, and don’t read anything else. The facts are there.

And it is never a journalist’s job to take a personal interest in many things. I am the reporter, writing what I see and recording what people tell me. That’s all I can do, folks.

Now get your butts out here tonight! This is THE event of the year, I tell you!!!

Cya

Water, water everywhere….

Debbie Ingram

Quick note....

Because of the weather and some earlier confusion, the dehydration and heat stroke risk, Ronnie Gilley just told me there is a new rule.

Bring in your water ... as much as possible. As much as you want.

It might tick off the vendors, who are selling it he says, but Ronnie wants to be sure everybody is hydrated. “If the vendors get mad, they don’t have to come back next year.”

“I’ve got 81,000 people out here,” he said an hour ago, referring to Friday night’s tally. “I want everybody to have water.”

So much so that staffers are driving around on carts loaded up with water on ice and they are giving it away to anybody who wants it. So, look for the mule vehicles or ask somebody ... hey, where’s the free water?

There are misters ... poles with sprinklers on top, to the far side of the saloon, and there are misters near the Kids Zone areas. They also have one of those things you can slide through that has water running through it. I think that is probably for kids, but what the hey!

We have our chairs moved out front for tonight’s shows. It was fast filling up two hours ago even though nobody started playing on the main stage until 4:15.

This is the biggest, hottest (IN MANY WAYS) event of the year!! Come on out…

Cya