It was raining on Friday morning, and it looked like the first day of the Newport Jazz Festival was going to be a wet, soggy affair. But by the time I arrived at Fort Adams, the rain clouds had cleared, and the weekend-long event was in full swing.
The first rule of multi-stage, multi-day festival-going, at least as far as I’m concerned, is that you can’t see or hear everything, and trying to do so is a recipe for disaster. So you map out your weekend beforehand, hoping to stick with the schedule. Something unexpected always intervenes, but it’s often a delightfully unexpected surprise … (more)