Who Gives A Shit? Outdoor Concert Fashions

Reporting from Park Slope in the Catskills, the littlest and I were transported back to Yasgur's Farm this weekend to see the psychedelic, synchronistic, still superb Carlos Santana play at the site of Woodstock for the first time in 40 years. It was just us and 16,000 of the most hilariously motley assortment of concertgoers I've seen yet.

Holy shit, the fashions!

Never have I seen so many old people in bandannas. I feel that perhaps there should be an age restriction on bandanna headgear and halters. But then again, kind of awesome. So many slutty old broads. It was like an aging groupie convention. Who knew?

Unlike the other old geezers out on their summer reunion tours, though, Santana is still making music  that is relevant today. I could have lived without the slightly oily flirtation with all the beautiful "laydies" in the audience but don't judge by me.

Anyway, I'm pretty sure my date was stoned from second-hand smoke because she started to dance like a Grateful Dead twirler, had munchies and then fell asleep at my feet.

So, what with all the outdoor concerts going on this summer, I'm thinking we need to hear from you people with your fashion advice. 

I'll get you started:

Beware of plumber's crack!

Looking 20 from behind and 80 from the front is frightening to small children. 

Ban the bandanna.

Wife-beaters: not a good look. EVER!

 What did I leave out??