Every June, motorcycles flock to Laconia, New Hampshire for the annual bike rally. Mostly dominated by Harley Davidson and motorcycle clubs, the event still attracts tourists from all over America and Canada. Attendance these past few years at the event have been declining, especially from the local residents. I had no intentions to attend until I found about Laconia Fest. I was excited to hear that there would be a nine-day music festival that hosted some of the hottest rock bands to perform. I don't believe in criticizing anyone, or any company. Especially when I see they are struggling. I also do not know the behind the scene details, so I can't tell you what happened, but I can tell you what I saw and experienced. Unfortunately, Thursday, June 16th's event started late. There were a lot of bands scheduled to play throughout the day, and there was supposedly two stages; so that when one band played, the other band could prepare on the other stage. For some odd reas
I woke up on Saturday morning with a concert hangover: the vibration of music running through my veins, my ears ringing as Faster Pussycat songs dominated my mind, and I had the desire to get out there to do it again. I couldn't wait to see Phil Lewis with his new LA Guns men. But, first, I had to make one final attempt at finding my friend. So I went to the local library, perhaps they had archives of wedding announcements or worse, an obituary. Instead, the young man that helped me only had a yearbook for me to look at, and all I found was her middle initial under her senior picture. He advised I look at all the sites I've endlessly checked- and off I went with very little information in my pocket. I've learned that time moves fast when you're traveling and before I knew it- I was at Revolution Music Hall in Amityville, Long Island. Now, this is where things are going to get interesting. I'm blunt, what can I say, I'm a writer and I don't believe in