A few months back, the folks at Festival Tribe Events had a vision. They wanted a mini-Woodstock monthly event where hippie kids could get together and listen to their local Grateful Dead cover band as well as the tribal percussion, jam-based noodling, and other musical bits and pieces so near and dear to the hearts of dreadlocked white boys everywhere. And so the first Festival Tribe event was held. And another. And another. And no one showed up for any of them. The Bear, mastermind of the failed... More >>>