Thanks to a very kind friend with other plans, I ended my weekend in Dallas with a pair of tickets to see the Crossroads Guitar Festival. An event hosted by Eric Clapton to raise money for his rehab center, he invited some of the best guitar players from around the world to Dallas. With my partner-in-crime, Katy Rozelle, I ventured off to the Cotton Bowl (for you non-football fans, this is the stadium site of several annual college match-ups). In this massive stadium, we arrived just in time to catch a blistering jam session between Clapton, B.B. King, John Mayer, Buddy Guy, and Jimmie Vaughan.
Considering the lineup of the festival (which included Joe Walsh, Carlos Santana, Neal “Journey” Schon, and James Taylor), the audience skewed a bit older. So it was essentially me, Katy, and about 50,000 aging hippies or baby boomers inside the stadium. This, of course, doesn’t include the sprinkling of a few hundred younger hippies and drug dealers (which is not necessarily mutually exclusive). In fact, the crowd was so old and “hip,” that I’ve been calling the festival “Ponytail-apalooza” ever since last night. I’ve never seen the light so much before in Don Henley’s famous lyric: “…I saw a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac…”
The show was great, though, with some really classic musicianship by the above mentioned. The sets were short and sweet, and Clapton churned out the hits for his headlining solo set. But, irony or not, is it really all that appropriate to perform the hit song “Cocaine” at a show raising money to help addicts?