Ozark Mountain Music Festival – First Festival of the Year

IMG_8147Eureka Springs is the place to be mid-January. I know, it sounds nuts, but seriously – the Ozark Mountain Music Festival is SO MUCH FUN! And I don’t use all caps lightly!
Step ten feet from the Basin Park Hotel and it’s chilly and quiet, but that’s actually kind of a pleasant environment to explore the town in. There are still walking tours going on, shops open, restaurants, and bars too. Inside the hotel, it’s like the world comes alive with people milling about on every floor. Everyone’s in that friendly festival mode, willing to let you do your thing or become your new best friend.

So, if you’re the goes-to-every-festival type, you’ve got to look at OzMoMuFest as the first festival of the year. Festival season no more, we get it going in January in E.S.! Bring your hoop, your flow-y hair or winter beard, and the will to dance to some good-ass music. If instead, you’re an old person or a laid back or responsible human being or any combination of those – this festival’s for you too! It’s in a hotel, so you don’t have to camp or drive or even walk more than a few feet to your bed that gets made for you by housekeeping every morning, I mean – it’s like.. what would the word for festival glamping be for this?? It’s just so nice! The Basin Park Hotel is so cool! Add amazingly talented bands to their two biggest venue rooms and you’re in for the best weekend you could imagine – especially in such drab weather!

IMG_8079Check out my other recent posts on lorrabeth.com for more details on the amazing bands that played this year’s second annual OzMoMuFest and make plans to be there next year! I’ll see you on the dance floor!

I didn’t get paid for any of my posts about the Ozark Mountain Music Festival, and all opinions are my own.

#OzMoMuFest 2015 – Saturday Night Wrap-Up

Saturday night at OzMoMuFest was full of some serious talent from Eureka Springs, AR; Colombia, MO; and Fayetteville, AR. The night started off with a big local band – Dime Trip – and ended with the practically local Shawn James and the Shapeshifters. The two amazing bands sandwiched some equally awesome talent. Here’s my wrap-up of Saturday night at the Ozark Mountain Music Festival!

Local band, Dime Trip, jammed the sun down in the ballroom Saturday night. With the band members’ kids grooving right up front (and even on stage for a bit) there was a family friendly vibe that made the ballroom feel like Dime Trip’s living room must be; music, dancing, drinks, it was a good start to the night. Plus these guys are super talented and fun to be around.Processed with Moldiv

Following Dime Trip was Chucky Waggs, also from Eureka Springs. The band brought the bluegrass sound to the stage and with a slide guitar, harmonica, and one of the rockin-est fiddle players I’ve ever seen, plus a singing-drum-playing-guitarist, it was hard not to dance through their whole set!Processed with Moldiv

The Hooten Hallers had a grunge/blues feel that was heavy and kind of hardcore – in a good way. Their drummer got on stage, took off his pants, and the band got started. He stood through the whole set and was one of the most engaged drummers I’ve seen. And I just couldn’t get over how that sax is just enormous, and has such a deep sound! Their sound was a hardcore one that took some adjusting to after the bluegrass/blues sound of Chucky Waggs, but after their first few songs the dance floor was packed and they ended their set with a song about the police that got the whole crowd fist pumping.Processed with Moldiv

Shawn James and the Shapeshifters, from Fayetteville, AR, finished off the night in the Basin’s Ballroom with such amazing talent it was hard to walk away! This overcrowded band filled the stage but they were wholly outnumbered by a huge following of fans many of whom knew the words to their songs. There’s not just talent in their musicianship though, there’s some serious songwriting going on that is just undeniably good.Processed with Moldiv

Keep up with my posts from the festival in any of these social media outlets and use the hashtag #OzMoMuFest on your posts!

snapchat: OzMoMuFest
instagram: @eurekadowntown and @paigelorrabeth
twitter: @lorrabethblog
facebook: Ozark Mountain Music Festival

#OzMoMuFest 2015 – Friday Night Wrap-Up

The second annual Ozark Mountain Music Festival in Eureka Springs is off to a strong start. Thursday night Mountain Sprout kicked the festival off and it’s been rocking ever since. Stepping into the Basin Park Hotel during the OzMoMuFest is like walking into another more lively and cruise-ship-esque dimension. The hotel is full of band members, festival goers, and incredible organizers and staff who are all there to have a good time and are mixing and mingling freely. There’s locals, out-of-towners and it’s all a big happy mix of people. You can get a feel for the music if you check out the festival’s spotify playlist:

The Friday evening set started with Dusty Pearls from Tulsa, OK at 7pm in the Ozark Room – which is by the way a super intimate setting and one of my favorite places to see a band. I always feel like I’ve gotten to know a band so much better after seeing them in this venue because it’s just so relaxed. It’s like they are playing and talking to you from your own living room. They’re comfortable, the audience is comfortable, it’s just plain nice. The Dusty Pearls were no exception and even ended their set with a song about “sex farts” that they were both embarrassed about and charming while playing. The duo is inspired by other folksy harmonizers like Johnny Cash and June Carter and The Civil Wars. They played some amazing covers and plenty of equally amazing originals. Lucky for you, even if you missed this show, they play again today from 3-5.
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After the Dusty Pearls the festival moved upstairs to the Ballroom where Hosty Duo, also from Tulsa, OK brought the weird dance-y vibe that got the night rocking. With songs about pterodactyls that include verses in spanish and songs about dads telling their kids to eat their mac and cheese, I was laughing and dancing through the whole set. The duo is incredibly talented and makes enough noise to fill the ballroom with just a drum kit, electric guitar, and a kazoo taped to the guitarist’s mic. Needless to say, seeing this duo live is an experience that you really just need to have or you’re missing out!

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Foley’s van is a somewhat-local favorite from Fayetteville, AR that brought the backwater bluegrass the festival’s known for to the stage. An already dancing crowd just grew as the night went on. There were a couple girls with light up hula hoops grooving in the back of the ballroom and the festival vibe was complete. Processed with Moldiv

 

Keep up with my posts from the festival in any of these social media outlets and use the hashtag #OzMoMuFest on your posts throughout!

snapchat: OzMoMuFest
instagram: @eurekadowntown
twitter: @lorrabethblog
facebook: Ozark Mountain Music Festival

And of course, I’ll be doing another wrap-up or two on my blog lorrabeth.com

 

doing sunday morning right

brunchI don’t know if words are necessary here. This is what every Sunday morning should look like. The things I love most about this moment (which was actually last Sunday):

  1. That milk. It’s from a local farm and is sold in non-walmart grocery stores like Harps. There is no better tasting milk on the shelves. None. Plus, the refundable glass bottle makes it ever so charming.
  2. Fiestaware. I got this new set of poppy dishes for christmas (thanks mom!) and they are making the dreary weather so much more cheerful. You don’t know how much you need the color orange in your life until it’s there! Plus, how cute are those mismatched flatware?
  3. Bicycle Times. I am a sucker for print magazines. I have an ipad, I can delve into the world of all things media there, but there’s something special about a magazine. Plus, I love my bike and it’s too cold for a joyride, so the pictures of dreamy bicycle adventures in faraway countries will have to appease me for now.

can you tell your life story in license plates

I’m fortunate enough to have been a bit of a hoarder as a kid. So, every time we moved out of state and thusly changed our license plates I held on to the old ones. Over winter break my parents and I spent hours going through big plastic tubs of toys, school work, and junk that I had kept for way too long. My mom wrote about the experience in more detail here. I got rid of the duplicate plates, and kept these four that tell the story of my life so very well! I’ve hung them in my new room and am loving the worldly vibe. Sometimes my focus gets so narrow, it helps to remind myself that there’s a whole world out there and that I’ve been in it and can again!

license plates

I’m going to be graduating and getting my teaching license in May, so there’s a lot of consideration as to where I’ll go with that opportunity to move anywhere. I’m probably going to stay in Fayetteville if I can, but I have to say, I hate to break the pattern that’s forming here. Don’t worry folks, California’s licensure is the least compatible with out of state teaching licenses.

Oh! I almost hit publish without including the story the plates tell! It’s long, and I never really understand when other people find it interesting, but it does explain a lot about who I am – so here it is.  I was born in Anaheim, CA and we moved around southern California a bit while my mom finished school. When I was four we moved to San Francisco and lived right in the city. Then, when I was eight, we moved to an intentional community in rural MO. This would be my first encounter with the Ozarks! We stayed for a year and moved back to San Francisco. Then, when I was 12, we moved to Eureka Springs, AR so I could go to Clear Spring School – a small private school that sent me on two trips a year all over the country. When I graduated High School I moved to Conway, AR to attend Hendrix College where I stayed for three years. Then, transferring to the University of Arkansas, I moved to Fayetteville. And here I’ve been for three and a half years! Long story short, at 24 years old I’ve now been in Arkansas for exactly half of my life. Does that make me an Arkansan?