I should know better at this point. Every year, probably due to being around so many caring, giving, and unselfish people, coupled with the unprotected hugs, hand shaking, and conversations, I catch a nasty case of the feels at Statts Fest. Every damn year.
When I walked into The
lvet Elvis Lounge Jinx at 4:30 to find a (probably contagious) healthy crowd of friends, familiar faces, and positive attitudes, I immediately felt the first symptoms grab me…stupid smile on my face?…Check…Open wallet?…Check. Ughh. Sure enough, here come the feels. What to do, what to do? Well, a bottomless (not literally, that would just be dumb) cup of cold PBR seemed like a reasonable place to start. Every year.
Yeah, it was all there again. The amazing group of volunteers. Feels. The funky, cool, and sometimes-just-weird donated art and silent auction items. More feels. The communal feeling. Yep, feels again. Jason Statts himself, looking well and surrounded by friends. Mega feels. The whole damn shebang. And, oh yeah, the music.
This year’s lineup was, as usual, stellar and a testament to just how rich and diverse our little Savannah scene is currently. Maybe it was just another symptom of the feels, but, man, I swear every single act on stage that night sounded just a little better than usual. From Joe Nelson opening the day through to the final notes of Black Tusk….warm and fuzzy sensations. It wasn’t the PBR. See you next year.