Outdoor concerts in the town bandshell. That's the 80's...

I was just looking at an old Polaroid of the crew at the '86 bash, and you can practically hear the Triumph power chords vibrating right through the paper. We didn’t have a digital map or a schedule on a screen; we just followed the sound of the bass and that barbecue aroma from the food trucks until we found a sweet spot near the stage.

I remember leaning against the warm hood of my Camaro, watching the sun dip low while the whole town felt like one big, loud family. These days, everyone’s so busy filming the show that they forget to actually feel the ground shake under their boots.