![]() So on the makeshift midway at Fiddler's last weekend, cosmetic samples, trinkets and high-priced Lilith merchandise were as readily available as pamphlets on reproductive rights and breast cancer. But they knew that as the venues grew, so, too, would the commercialization - something they said they'd tried to avoid. That she and other fair organizers decided to kill the festival in its infancy is admirable, since the numbers would surely have risen for another year or two at least. Last year the tour sold out its one Denver date, filling more than 17,000 seats at Fiddler's with two dates this year, Saturday was a swift sellout, while Sunday hovered just barely below the capacity line.Īt the onset of this summer's tour, McLachlan had issued a decree that this would be Lilith's last. In 1997 Lilith Fair failed to sell out Winter Park Amphitheater, which can hold approximately 11,000 people. Helped by mammoth record sales and Grammy wins by main-stage acts Sheryl Crow and the Dixie Chicks, this year's tour had been the most successful in terms of generating revenue, if not narrowing gender divides in music. Lilith had gotten big, no question she'd reared her pretty head as a force to be reckoned with on the festival tour circuit. The faithful, the newbies, the curious - it was one colossal display of femalia. Somewhere in the middle were those who simply wanted to see what all the fuss was about, to hear some music and see what their co-worker or classmate meant when she said that Lilith Fair had changed her life. Some had made the journey before, were seasoned celebrators of "women in music," knew all the words to all of the Indigo Girls tunes and were comfortable enough to refer to McLachlan simply as "Sarah." Others were new: A steady diet of Oprah and a daily journal-writing regimen had convinced them they needed to pay closer attention to their spirit, needed to bond with other females and maybe even do something zany like get a henna tattoo. One by one, they filed into the open air and green grass of Fiddler's Green, which last weekend served as the temporary home of Lilith Fair, the traveling estrogen-fest led by Sarah McLachlan. Some brought daughters, some dragged along husbands and boyfriends like puppies on leashes. They came en masse like pilgrims, toting Indian blankets and sealed bottles of Evian. Short, fat, tall, thin - they came in droves, making their way from the farthest reaches of distant suburbs and cities, traversing vast parking lots on foot. ![]()
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