... and that's it.
The music went on into the night, and through the next day, and I know I missed some good stuff. (You can’t possibly take in everything at Viva Las Vegas.) Joe had to carry guitars from the tent display back inside to the booth in the Ballroom, and hang there till 1:00 AM – then get up Sunday morning for another day of music.
But the last twanging notes of the Geek Show closed down Viva for me. I was exhausted, had hundreds of pics, mp3s, and videos to process – and had a flight to catch Sunday morning.
So, after a late dinner, I walked through the forever-buzzing casino, enjoyed the chair someone had dragged into the elevator, slid my Gretsch-emblazoned key into the door one last time, and got a few hours sleep.
And that’s all I got – except to mention that, if you love “roots” music and/or retro culture, you owe it to yourself to come to this event at least once. Because a lot of what happens in Vegas – the impressions, the sensations – DOES stay in Vegas. It overloads the senses, and you just can’t carry it all home.View all comments