Yes, this was the third and last year that Richmond, Virginia will host the National Folk Festival. Thank god! It is because of the National Folk Festival, that part of my street was closed down for the weekend, which made entering and leaving my house a nightmarish situation, thus making me a virtual prisoner of my own home. (I just love the way that the city will greatly inconvenience it’s residents in an attempt grab a hold of those ever elusive short term tourist dollars.)

Now, I could’ve easily walked to the festival itself, seeing how it was just a short-ish jaunt down the road, but I then thought better of it. Yes, attendance was free, but did I really want to be in the middle of a crowd of 100,000 drunken people, all of whom I fucking hate? On that token, who the in the hell listens to “folk” music on a voluntary basis? I have never meet anyone who listens to Native American rain dances on a exclusive basis, there’s a good reason too. ( It’s because you just… suck.)

If folk music wasn’t my thing, there were booths hosting “all sorts” of arts and crafts (or as my dad would say: arts and craps) but arts and crafts just don’t tickle my fancy. I mean, you spend all that money on a handcrafted work of art only to realize when you take it home, that you could’ve easily made the same thing yourself for a fraction of the price. Oh well, that handcrafted work of art will definately end up in the trash next week, when you find out that it looks ugly and it, like, totally clashes with your home decor. Or worse, it will be put away in some storage shed, only to be forgotten about five minutes later.

So, yes, goodbye National Folk Festival.  I never want to see your likes in my city ever again.

jareddriskill