Lawrence B. Johnson
The music stops, the crowd goes...for ice cream
What is a jazz festival when there's no music? You might call it a murmur fest.
It was just an odd stretch Monday afternoon when bands were setting up, sound checks were being run and no performance had actually started. Under overcast skies, the crowd milled and waited, some claiming seats early for whatever was to come while others sought out ice cream cones or huge gyros sandwiches piled into funneled pita wraps.
The mid-afternoon forecast was for possible rain, but skies didn't look especially threatening and festival patrons were dressed for sun and heat. The music forecast surely was more reliable: Great stuff coming throughout the rest of the day. It was just a matter of waiting for the jazz to start up again at this jazz festival.
