@zaneshredz

5 months ago

Being from California i didn’t really know how to prepare for the snow. I wore 7 layers and snuck in a bottle of jameson. I had my grandfathers old New York coat, went down to your ankles and made of 100% wool. I was warm everywhere accept my toes, where my cowboy boots failed me but it was a small price to pay. While it would have been rad to be close to Zach it’s well known that the middle part of RR has the best sound, you hear the music grow up the mountains and bounce off the rocks. you can clearly tell in my videos how amazing the sound is from up there. And when i tell you seeing the snow fall, getting stuck in all the cowboy hats, it was like something out of a movie or a dream. Zach’s energy was one of appreciation, everything was so “touch and go” and he tweeted the night was hanging on the edge of a pocket knife and when the moment happened and the lights went on, I was transported into a living memory, i’ve never felt anything like it. someone i had been listening to so intently, as if their music was the soundtrack of my life. i felt like a desperate soul given respite, it was the closest thing to a religious experience i’ve ever had and i mean that with respect. I remember sneaking in a few smokes and people being so kind to save my spot instead of me leaving my beanie in the snow. when i went looking for my cousin trapped in the merch line i thought i’d have to watch the concert myself and the people next to me assured me i wasn’t alone. but miraculously he arrived at our seats just before open the gates kicked off, we danced and we howled like wild men, i passed my bottle around with our neighbors, they couldn’t believe i snuck in a bottle of jameson and kept asking if i was wearing a trash bag (rain poncho). i sung every lyric to every song and facetimed my mom sister and brother during their favorites… i never looked at my phone while recording i just held it up and kept my eyes everywhere else, i was alive in a snow globe of messed up kids just trying to make a little more sense of this world and this life. i owe so much for my cousin for this moment and to all the kind people we met.. the kind woman who sheered the snow off our car. we had no idea we had to take the snow off our lights….she might have saved our lives. i remember cowboy's hitching rides back to town and how happy everyone was for braving the cold. I saw Zach again this year in La and it was a great show but the energy and love he gave that night in red rocks was second to none. when i was a kid I used to sit on my moms bed and listen to her talk about Woodstock. she went for all 3 days in 1969 and saw Jimmy Hendrix play the star spangled banner, she said planes flew over and dropped roses from the sky. We didn’t get roses but we got snow and I think we got our woodstock. i was in Denver driving to LA last week and i listened to the live album as i was passing through morrison. i couldn’t hold back a few teary eyed smiles. Thank you Zach Bryan. For everything.

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