We arrived way too early for the Nutty Brown concert. So, we hung out with parking lot attendants, bugs and employees hanging four, no five, no four “No Re-entry” signs. We stood. We sat. We drew circles in the dirt. My son wrote his name in cursive lined with rocks, sticks and shrubs. This was my son's first concert. We look back and we are first in line. We MADE the line. We talked with the first new couple to join us. The friendly man offered my son an orange Tic Tac. The man's wife and I talked about concerts we’ve attended before. She said she was friends with Hayes Carll’s wife. We walked in and I immediately found the first grassy area before the concrete splashpad with “stand only” room. We got to watch bands set up for themselves, no roadies here, and wild music notes and voices warm up. We were also first in line for food. The teen-face employee was confused. She couldn't add quick enough, and there were no pictures on the cash register. So s