And so another SunFest came to a close (“Marijuana makes presence felt at every SunFest band show,” May 1). And each year, I become more and more disappointed. What started in the late 1980s as a family jazz event has slowly turned into anything but. In the early ’90s, I even ran a vendor booth there selling homemade ice cream. Great time, great music, great crowd.
Fast-forward 27 years … the crowd is different, the music is different, and the event is anything but family-friendly. After paying a ridiculous amount for our tickets, my 7-year-old son and I headed in to see some art, watch some music and eat some food.
We laid our blanket out on the lawn of the Meyer Amphitheatre early enough for good seating. Come concert time, many young people decided to come and walk right over our blanket, stand in front of us and, as we all well know, partake in the “extracurriculars” (with a 7-year-old directly behind them).
While we walked the art booths, there was one vendor even selling glass pipes. When my son picked it up and asked what it was used for, I thought it was time to head out. Gone are the days of Pat Metheny, Spyro Gyra and Leon Redbone. Gone are the days of relaxing on our waterfront with a cold drink, some great music and a cool breeze.
As they say in the big leagues, now “It’s all about the Benjamins.”
ANDREA WILLIAMS, WEST PALM BEACH