There is a place called Utopia, TX and last weekend it was descended upon by artists and music lovers to create an oasis as close to music perfection as one might find. It was away from the reaches of wireless and 3G (because apparently you can’t have your Utopia and Google it too). We were nestled among the hills where I often expected to glance up and see John Wayne riding by, waving his hat and proclaiming that he’s not bad for a one-eyed fat man.
It was quiet in the noises of life, rich in the soundtrack of musicians delighted to play beneath the Texas sky to a crowd so delighted to listen and dance. There was dancing and friend making, reading and naps in the shade of a small tree. It was everything I ever imagined a utopia to be.