As ambassador for the city part of my job is to travel to and work events. Important events to the city like the Rock the Boat celebration, Fridays at Sunset, and Friday Cheers. For you that don’t know, for a few years Richmond has been hosting Fridays at Sunset an annual music festival that draws some big names in R&B, jazz and blues and even hip-hop and it’s all free to the public. I’m such a company whore. Well, yesterday The Roots were the first act to start off the summer-long annual event down by the river shore and I was working it. I was impromptu security backstage which was an iron gate from the abandon property on a cliff overlooking the back area of the temporary stage. But of all the 10,000 odd people that attended the concert I and a few smart fans had the best seats in the house. The Roots concert drew in some expected urban youth (hippies) the local colleges but also an unexpected crowd – yuppies. All dressed up in their cocktail suits and dress carrying glasses of chardeny. There were equal parts hippies and yuppies, even yuppie hippies and hippie yuppies. Yes, there is a difference.
Anyway, back to the concert. The opening act was a band called Fuzz Buzz they were ok to good to even exciting at times because of some go-go they threw in here and there. They didn’t suck. Tell the Truth About Jamestown crew was holding a weak as* demonstration during the concert. They have to do that because The Roots, known for their active preparation in politics, had the subject of slavery covered. A refreshing cool breeze blew off the river as a beautifully setting sun hung low over the picturesque small city provided an ideal backdrop to the concert that began without a hitch. The excited music blasting from the 10 foot tall stereos that hung high above the crowd had a kick that rattled me. My heart skipped with energy and excitement and every thumping kick of the bass. I was nearly deaf after the first 15 minutes of music. I loved every minute of it! And while at my first concert I met and allowed 3 lovely ladies backstage for a while –oh, shut up! Listening to The Roots live made me realize why I love jazz, blues, and hip-hop – they made cool exciting.
Then 30 minutes before the concert ends I’m call along with the rest of the crew to meet atop a hill to be picked up for leave. Fick! So I grabbed my fold-out chair and march towards the rendezvous point. As I’m climbing the hill a call comes over the radio, “Someone fainted.” Well, that’s what I was told was said I couldn’t hear. So as I and my partner (we got partnered up) approach the obisous scene of the incident with a crowd gathering and through the crowd I saw a red hat. The company trademark red hat. There laying on his back was a 69 age old Wheel’s lifeless body. I stood there feeling my good vibe from earlier fade fast not because he was dead but because he was my ride home. What? Death is not an issue for me. No, the issue that came to mind as I watched med students (thanks MCV) do compressions on Wheel was the death. I didn’t plan on my nana dying when she did and that threw me off during and after high school and years after. Hell, because I didn’t factor in her death my grand plan fell apart and here I am this wreak gathering the pieces! Now my ride home is in a tug-o-war with Death with his life line and my book bag with the very important college financial aid papers were in his car truck! I have never factored in death, people’s death. Working with chain-smoking, beer drinking 50, 60, and 70 age olds is going to be work to factor in those multiple variables into my new plan. But it is a must in order for me to survive.
Don’t worry Mr. Wheel survived but not after dying 3 times and being put a ventilator.
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