At precisely the time when Black Dub was supposed to start, the guy in front of me moved stood up. He looked down at his girlfriend and up at the stage and started hooting, “Come on, guys! It’s time to start!” And at that very moment, the band came out.
They began playing and singing, and the deep bass boomed out of the speakers and thudded against my chest and made the ground rumble. I had chosen my seat well, as I was off and to the right of the stage, out of the way of the subsonic pulses.
“May be my last time, I don’t know,” they sang.
And then Trudy texted me to say she was on the way. And then I texted her that I was in front of the stage. And then I texted that I just downhill from the rock island. And then I texted that I was just off to the right. And then I texted her to say I was wearing a blue shirt and my leather hat.
A few minutes later, she walked up to where I was standing in that sea of people. She found me amidst the bobbing fans. She told me it was my hat, and we kissed and then sat and listened for a while.
It was frankly then that the festival started in earnest.