Once upon a time, some people in Tulsa decided that they were sick of traveling halfway across the country for a somewhat decent outdoor music festival. Promoters sought to create a mid-sized aural jubilee in dear old Tulsey Town, and as a teen, I was excited and hopeful when I first got to attend this said event. This took place late July of 2005 I believe. Early Dfests took place in the five or six bar cluster on 18th and Boston known as well, the Boston District. At the blooming age of 16, I was a bit frustrated to find out that even though I had purchased the $10 wristband, it did not magically override my birthdate, thus did not grant me access to any indoor alcohol-serving venues. This restricted me to watching shows on the single shabby outdoor stage, where I caught my favorite high school band Xanadu, and some band I had never heard of before called Colourmusic.
Well, later that night I was grounded for the rest of summer vacation because, despite not being allowed into 80% of the "festival," I still very much so enjoyed myself like a typical person at an outdoor concert would. The strong marriage between concerts and libations make it paramount that I include this disclaimer: any specific event or night I reference in this post is subject to the creative reconstruction of my somewhat hazy memory. This post might be 70% factual.