I went to see Billy Strings at the TCU Amphitheater at White River State Park in Indy. I’m still kind of buzzing. You know what? It felt like a big porch pick, but with lasers and a skyline. If you want a more nuts-and-bolts recap, Live For Live Music’s write-up does a great job painting the picture.
Getting there felt easy… mostly
I parked in the White River garage by the museum. It was a short walk past the canal. The sky looked pink, like cotton candy. I grabbed a soft pretzel and a Sun King beer. I should’ve eaten more. The beer lines moved slow, and I got hungry again by set break.
I sat on the lawn with a small blanket. People brought camp chairs. Lots of tie-dye. Friendly folks. A dad tossed a Frisbee with his kid. A woman near me was knitting between songs—no joke. It felt cozy.
The setup and the sound
The stage was simple but sharp. Warm lights. Those swirling patterns looked wild on the trees behind the stage. When Billy hit the first run on his guitar, it cut through clean. Bright, but not harsh. I wore earplugs anyway. I’m careful now.
The band was tight. The bass thumped like a soft heartbeat. The banjo ran fast and showed off a bit, but in a good way. I liked how the fiddle slid into the jams. It gave me chills, real ones.
Real moments I can’t forget
- He opened with Dust in a Baggie, and I clapped so hard I sloshed my beer on my shoe. Worth it.
- Meet Me at the Creek turned into a long jam. I stopped checking time. People around me started humming bass lines, which made me laugh.
- He played Away From the Mire near the end. A group next to me hugged and cried. I felt it too. That song hits deep.
- He nodded to John Hartford. It made sense—this city loves Hartford. The crowd cheered like they knew him.
- During Tennessee Stud, a guy in front of me two-stepped with his girlfriend. She wore boots with stars. They were cute and a little awkward. My favorite kind of couple.
Little side note: a train rolled by on the tracks behind the park. The horn blew between songs. Folks cheered like it was part of the show. The unexpected dramatic pause felt almost Broadway—like the time I caught Wicked at the Murat and the audience gasped at the flying monkeys.
People and vibe
Indy turned out. Families, jam heads, first-timers. I swapped a sticker for a setlist scribble from a teen who was braver than me near the rail. You can compare our handwritten notes with the official setlist here. Ushers were kind. One called me “darlin’” and reminded me to drink water. I did. Twice.
Earlier this summer the same grounds pulsed when Post Malone and later P!nk came through, so I knew the lawn could handle some stomp-and-shred bluegrass too.
I danced a lot. Small steps on the lawn. The grass was damp. My calves got a tiny workout. I don’t mind.
What bugged me (just a bit)
- Beer and bathroom lines were long. Plan ahead.
- If you’re short, the lawn sightlines can be rough. I had to move twice.
- Merch was pricey. I wanted a tee, but $45 made me pause.
- Mosquitoes by the canal snacked on my ankles at set break. Bring spray.
- Getting out of the garage took a while. I sat with the windows down and listened to folks singing Mire in the ramp. That part was nice, actually.
Nerd note (sorry, I can’t help it)
Billy’s flatpicking was crisp. He plays fast, but it never feels empty. The band listens. They leave space. The banjo and mandolin traded little runs like they were passing a note in class. The bass kept us honest. And when the fiddle leaned in, the crowd got quiet. You could feel everyone breathe together.
Tips if you go
- Bring a light blanket and a low chair for the lawn.
- Earplugs. Trust me. You’ll still hear the sparkle.
- Eat before the opener. Lines stack fast.
- Bug spray and a hoodie. River air gets cool late.
- Park early, or use a rideshare and walk the canal.
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Final take
I left with sore cheeks from smiling. My hair smelled like grass and kettle corn. I don’t say this lightly: I’d see him again tomorrow. Indy fits Billy—open, warm, a little rowdy, and full of heart.
Was it perfect? No. But it felt real. And that’s why I’m already checking the calendar for the next show.