![]() ![]() Yes, whether in the audience or on the stage, every woman over 40 was hot to trot at this year’s Mosswood Meltdown. At some point, a friend complained there were too many dad’s around and all I could think was that if you were a hound dog like myself, you’d realize you were bombarded by beautifully mature women. All that said, and with humor in mind, I don’t know why a few rotten creeps decided Burger Boogaloo was their young punk hunting ground when this festival attracts the hottest mature women in all the Bay. With John Waters steering this ship, I want these words to be something that’ll at least make his pencil-moustache bow up like an upside down rainbow above that iconic, deviant smile. related content: Birthday Boogaloo: Burger Boogaloo 2019 ![]() I’ll never look at Jimbo Jones the same way again. Inflatable cones with sexualized cartoon characters in various compromising and queer positions. The main stage decor was by far the festival’s best they’ve ever created. It’s been foot fetish before but this year it was glitzy bayou trash if I had to give it a name. I look forward to seeing what kooky direction Total Trash Productions decided to take their thematic visual messaging. One of my favorite sights every year at the Meltdown is the amphitheater stage. You can put on a festival where all the props are homemade creations that look a little flimsy and raw because that’s our character as punks at the end of the day. Mosswood Meltdown is a constant reminder that art has no boundaries. This is an annual tradition that brings me closer to my higher power, which is art, and it does so more uniquely than any festival in the world. To me, this festival is more than just a gathering of bands and rad fellows. I was so thrilled to be back at Mosswood Park.
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