The Radio 92.9 Earthfest is a free concert and environmental awareness festival held each year on Boston’s Esplanade, or Hatch Shell.  It is an event that the Mister and I want to attend each year, but find some reason not to (car show season, work, no money, etc).  But 2012’s line-up was hard to resist:  Eve 6, Switchfoot, Spin Doctors, and Third Eye Blind.

Those of you that have read past entries in the blog or know me personally, know that I love 90’s music, especially the alternative.  Radio 92.9 plays a few of the bands I enjoyed while in college, which is why we really wanted to check out Third Eye Blind.  So this year, the Boy and I ventured to Boston’s Charles River waterfront and saw the Hatch Shell for the first time (the Mister had to pull a double shift, waaaaaah!).  I have only a few pictures, for as the day aged into evening, the crowd grew so massive, one could barely move, much less see the stage.

We parked at our usual train station, Alewife, off of Route 2.  For as anyone around here knows, driving into Bean Town during an event can cause one to pull her hair out.  There were no seats available on the train, but no problem.  I did cringe when I gripped the pole, greasy with God only knows what.  Thank Him for hand sanitizer, because I did not bring my gloves.  After a few stops down the Red Line, we exited the train at the Charles Street/Mass General hospital station, crossed a couple of streets, walked over the footbridge, then entered the Esplanade.  This is where the famous 4th of July ceremony takes place each year.  On the walk there, I fought off the desire to smack a blonde girl who commented:
“I wonder what it’s like to be a 90’s band.  You’re just there playing and everybody’s just wandering around, not listening.”
She was soon proven very wrong.

Sailboats on the Charles River.

As you can see, it was a gorgeous sunny day and not very hot.  People lay out on docks and boats sailed the river.  It was the perfect day to stretch out a beach towel and wait for the bands to take the stage.  Here are the last few pictures I was able to take before the crowd of bodies overwhelmed the Hatch Shell field, making it nearly impossible to clap or take a picture.

Hence the name ‘hatch shell.’
Eve 6 on stage.

Let it be known, I was not this close to the stage.

Here is better idea of my location, towards the middle of the field.

Eve 6 was the first band we saw after setting up small camp between some lawn chairs on the field.  They saved their famous, and one of all time favorite songs, “Inside Out” for last.  Switchfoot took the stage next and rocked.  I am not too familiar with these guys, but will become better acquainted with their tunes now.  They covered a Tom Petty song and “Sabotage” by the Beastie Boys to honor MCA.

After the Switchfoot show, my son tried unsuccessfully to maneuver the crowd and get some grub from a food vender.  He returned empty-handed.  One awesome and touching bit between the acts, was that WFNX’s Henry Santoro and Paul Driskell came onto stage and spoke a few words.  They thanked 92.9 for inviting them to take part at EarthFest.  And mostly thanked those of us in the crowd that supported FNX and listened during it’s 29 year run before it was sold to Clear Channel.

Henry and Paul from late WFNX radio station.

The Spin Doctors were interviewed by Radio 92.9, including questions about their new album and their twenty year career, including their Sesame Street performance.  Although the lead singer did not spring a back flip, they still sparked the stage with much energy.

Between the shows, it became uncomfortable to sit down, as passing people tottered around blankets, towels, and my feet.  A couple of people nearly stumbled onto my son.  I thought I may start biting people who basically fondled me to get by and find some tiny spot of grass to stand on.  By the time the Doctors ended, my son stood with his arms folded, glaring through his long strands of hair.  After nearly getting singed by a gothic chick’s cigarette, I asked him how he was holding up.  He said his back hurt, he was tired of being rammed by people trying to find a spot, and tired of smelling weed.  And the weed smelled like straight up doo-doo.  I’ve experienced my fair share of Mary Jane’s fragrance at outdoor concerts, but damn Boston, y’all’s pot is really skunked.  And I could totally tell who was smoking it as they passed by me, causing my throat to roll with slight gags.  The Boy wanted to go home, but compromised that if I helped squeeze him through the crowd and find a resting place outside of the Hatch Shell, he would go find us something to snack on.

So I packed up the bag and slithered through the people with the Boy in tow.  We did find a shaded area close to the river and laid down the beach towel there.  The spectators were now much more interested in cramming onto the field for Third Eye Blind than getting goodies, so the Boy quickly returned with some kettle corn.  But leaving the  Hatch Shell field proved to be both beneficial and a let down.  It was much less crowded, ane the people around me simply sang the lyrics to “Jumper” and “Semi-Charmed Life” instead of belting them out at the top of their lungs.  But once one steps out of that field, away from the shell shaped stage, the sound is less than alluring.  Mostly basey thumps, and I could not understand what the people said over the mic.  Yet the drummer’s dub step bit pounded perfectly throughout the Esplanade.

But my son brightened up and was much more comfortable.  We enjoyed good conversation on the walk back to the train station.  We bought cold drinks at the CVS across from the MGH station and waited a bit for the herds of people to cram the subways.  While waiting for the train at the outside dock, people threw a spongey ball back and forth over the inbound and outbound tracks, until someone underestimated the toss.  The ball spiked down onto the tracks.  Someone considered going to get it, but needed education that at least two of the wires on the tracks would kill him.

So, to wrap things up.  And estimated 500,000 music lovers crammed around the Hatch Shell to jam out to 90’s bands making a come back.  Loads of people, loads of cheers, loads of fun.  I jumped and cheered until basically being fondled by people trying to squash onto the field.  Marijuana really stinks.  Saw some great tattoos and watched the interesting folk of the Boston area (dressed like zombies, hippies, or wearing the mouth piece of a gas mask as a head band). I ate a Cliff Kidz organic chocolate brownie granola bar that wasn’t all that bad.  I want something else to get me through this semi-charmed kind of life, baby.

May go next year if the band line up is good.  But might wear a zombie apocalypse t-shirt or wear a shirt that says “I Bite” so New England knows to give me just a bit of personal space.

If you’d like to see way better pictures of EarthFest, click here.