It is very rare that we will get ourselves fired up for a specific concert by our favorite band, and then decide not to go because of where it’s held.
Really, the only contributing factors are location and price. It is an extreme rarity that anyone would hesitate to see their favorite band because of, let’s say, the parking.
And yet, that’s exactly what I was contemplating early this summer when I sat on ticketmaster.com wondering whether or not I should join my friends in seeing the Dave Matthews Band in Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio.
Last year we spent 3 hours waiting in a line to get out of the parking lot. I’m not talking about getting back to the campsite. That takes 4 hours. Getting out of the lot always takes a long time. And it is obvious why. There is no one directing traffic as we exit, and there are not enough exits per lot. As a result, there is always one steady stream of cars leaving for an hour, while thousands sit in a line watching them leave. No one takes turns. One line gets to go, and
So when it came to this year, I was hesitant. But really, I wasn’t going to miss this weekend because of a parking lot. So I went. And the concert was great, and the parking was a little more than surprising.
You see, the parking lots are nothing more than grass fields surrounded by wooden gates. It had rained for two days straight in Cuyahoga Falls. I mean it really rained. There were flood warnings days before the concert, and in 2 days there was a solid half hour instance where water wasn’t falling from the sky.
So it was a nice little parting gift from the Blossom Music Center when our 10 person van got stuck in the mud…7 times. But the surprise comes from the fact that every other car, no matter the size, also got stuck. In order not to get stuck we needed momentum, and in order to get momentum we all needed the cars in font of us to get out of the way.
Dave Matthews Band fans had no choice. We had to suck it up, and be the diff. Everyone got out of their vehicles, each person helping the next to get their car out of the mud, knowing it would only get stuck moments later, but hopeful that our good deed would push our vehicles
onto clear pavement.
From car to truck to van we went; everyone working together, everyone learning to rock the car, everyone getting mud sprayed into their face. Actually, looking back, it turned out to be a good time.
As for my group of friends, we realized we were running out of gas after getting stuck for the 7th time. We shut off the car and waited the 4 hours for the line to clear. When the moment came, we rocked, and we pushed, and the car came sliding out of its mud trap, gliding along a pond of mud and torn grass. The front wheels were spinning, but the back wheels just dragged, gliding across the mud. The van pulled itself half a mile to pavement, all while being followed by 6 cheering concert-goers, who slipped as they ran to keep up.
We were free of the mud!