Setting
The Newport Folk Festival takes place every year at Fort Adams State Park, in Newport, Rhode Island. The Friday evening before the festival kicks off for the weekend with a performance at the International Tennis Hall of Fame in downtown Newport. Fort Adams houses four stages, the main one of which sits looking out at Newport harbor and the famous Claiborne Pell Bridge. The festival is known for its beautiful setting- as the music blog Consequence of Sound puts it, "Located at the gorgeously scenic Fort Adams, in Newport, Rhode Island, glimmering, clear blue water surrounds the small vivid green peninsula. Look out from the fort towers and you’ll see hundreds of beautiful boats rocking along the water." (Consequence of Sound). My Morning Jacket frontman Jim James told Spin Magazine, "You've got the sun on your skin and the breeze in your hair. It's magical here... It's just magical." (SPIN at Newport Folk 2010) Brandi Carlile says "It's one of my favorites so far if not my favorite." (Brandi Carlile Interview)
WMVY began streaming the festival in 2005 and was joined by NPR Music in 2008. WMVY's Archives contains both performances and interviews from Newport Folk and NPR music has recorded sets available available for listening here: NPR at Newport Folk 2010.
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