On all three nights of this festival, fireworks went off, right behind the main stage. The locals mentioned something about the Reds games going on in the stadium right outside the venue. No, I didn't get the shot. It was actually incredibly hard to do so from the pit. Instead, as so many people (Like Jack White) have suggested, I took put my camera down and enjoyed the moment. The event shouldn't be restrained to the tiny screen on your camera; rather it is the experience of being at the show of which we should take notice. It was fantastic. I was tired, hot, and wet from all the rain that had threatened to end the day early. I was not looking forward to the drive home so I could get back to my day job five hours later. Nice one, noob!
It was nice to take in those few moments that wouldn't be recreated at any of the other venues these artists would be performing later in the year. Almost as nice as it was to take refuge in the media trailer during the downpour on Sunday. It all reminded me why I love doing this so much. And that's what I'll be thinking about when I'm sitting with the grandchildren with no clue as to what they're saying. I'll reflect back on to these events in my youth, when I blew out my eardrums.