On the craziest Indian summer weekend of the fall, me and a couple friends cruised upstate for a one-day festival/party called Manifest Hudson. The invitation promised us good tunes from Elvis Perkins in Dearland, Langhorne Slim, Willy Mason, The Dough Rollers, and JBM. But I know it was the part about a pig roast and local farm harvest feast that got a few people out of the city.
Manifest Hudson was organized by three friends who met at nearby Bard College. Thalia Forbes, Hillary Foxweldon, and Wyndham Boylan-Garnet couldn’t have picked a better event location. The gorgeous piece of land is only three miles from the increasingly culturally relevant city of Hudson, NY. We arrived on-site to find fields dotted with wild flowers. Corn was being roasted on a DIY fashioned fire pit/cinder block/car hood grill. The Woes, a band based out of NYC, were already crooning through a set for the free-flung crowd of 300 splayed out in front of a wonderland-wielding stage. I spotted plenty of downtown beauties and beaus that had already shaken off their Alphabet City “over-it” malaise. We couldn’t blame them. The urge to do the same was overpowering. We pitched our tent on a shinning hill that looked across the Hudson River to the Catskills.