I’m about to celebrate a bittersweet career milestone.
When I amble through the gates of this year’s Riverbend festival, which runs June 10-18, it will mark the 10th time I’ve covered the event for the newspaper.
My first Riverbend arrived just two weeks after being hired in late May of 2007. At the time, I was fresh out of college and so laughably unfamiliar with Chattanooga that I needed help to locate the river. (No, I’m not kidding.)
That first festival was a trial by fire, to be sure, and a memorable experience, if not always an especially pleasant one.
I began my first year of Riverbend thrilled at the prospect of “covering a rock festival.” Halfway through the event, however, I began nursing a sneaking suspicion that the preponderance of country bands and past-prime Top 40 acts wasn’t a fluke.
