You Are a Badass

production coordinator for the Ethnic
Folk Arts Festival, which was put on by
a little nonprofit group in New York
City. I heard about the position opening
up from a friend, and decided I had to
have the job even though I’d never
produced a thing in my life and find folk
art to be fairly yawnable. It looked like
fun anyway—they worked out of a funky
loft in Tribeca, knew a lot about music,
brought their dogs to work, and the
festival I’d be working on gathered
musicians, dancers, and artists from
around the globe and brought them
together in a Polish beer garden in
Queens for a big fat party. Which meant
men in skirts and free sausage and beer.