Monterey Jazz Festival

[Drunk Monk]

John Nash & the Monterey Penninsula Gospel choir made for a perfect Sunday. And they dropped a reggae tune! 

Totally overcast today - this is Monterey.

[Drunk Monk]

Lunch was nachos. Yay! We had our own stash of guacamole & salsas so we upgraded.

The thunderbirds are doing flyovers.

Texas u choir was good.

[Drunk Monk]

Shit

4M ate my posts

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Home.
Sunday was the sweetest. I’ll try to recapture it later…

[Drunk Monk]

After lunch, I was musically full. I hit my new music wall. My brain was full. 

Or so I thought.

We were staged on our cart at stage left when Clint pulled up. He is very old and frail now. Then we walked past front of stage when Morgan was presenting. I'd say I got within 20 ft of Eastwood & Freeman, but no eye contact.

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After the award ceremony, which was funny and sweet, Kyle Eastwood launched into his symphonic treatment of Clint's most famous soundtracks and title themes. They brought in the full Monterey orchestra fronted by Kyle's 5-piece jazz band. It was a tad cheesy. I listened a bit then moved on. Heard one of Clint's spaghetti western themes later from camp (which has excellent sound from the main stage).

[Greg]

NEVER MAKE EYE CONTACT!!!

[Drunk Monk]

Typically we are told when the 'no eye contact' rule is to be enforced. There was no such rule. 

We were asked to be at the ready with our wheelchair. We made sure the AED was charged.

Morgan has a bad hand from a car accident years ago. It's always obscured in films but IRL, it's quite apparent. 

Clint is super skinny now, accentuated by his tall frame.

[Greg]

I've only come across that once and it was Eddie Murphy.

[Drunk Monk]

I've had it a lot. Rock stars, yuh know...

Paul Simon, Bob Dylan, Prince, Janet Jackson, Madonna... surely more if I ruminate upon it. 

And I'd prefer it if you don't look me directly in the eyes anymore. Not that it bothers me. I just want to be in the club.

[Greg]

Not until you are number 1 on the call sheet.

[Drunk Monk]

I am #1. It's DM & the Yeti, your next documentary after you stop playing with your iron crotch. 

the Yeti is #2.

[thatguy]

the Yeti is #2.

Alternatively: The Yeti is “The Shit”!

—tg

[Drunk Monk]

the Yeti is #2.

Alternatively: The Yeti is “The Shit”!

—tg

I was just planning to enjoy the rest of Sunday evening with my friends, savoring the scene. 

Here I should mention the food was lame. Saturday's lunch was veggies with a skewer of veggies. Wait, maybe that was Friday. Dinner was this weird califlower dish that at first glance looked like it was going to spring up, latch on to my face and inseert its eggs down my throat to burst out of my chest later. Sunday's lunch was nachos, which knowing me was funny. Dinner was make your own tacos, some tiny flour tortillas, salsa, and more of those damn roasted veggies. Fortunately there was plenty of good food to be had, although it was pricey.

Ben cajoled me into going halfsies on a southern fried platter of oysters, shrimp, and okra, plus fries. It was super delish. 

Then I waddled over to the garden stage to get blown away by Sunny Jain's Wild Wild East, a quintet lead by this vocalist inspired by bollywood, spagetti westerns and punjabi folk music. It was mind blowing. They built these insane sound sculptures that were almost heavy metal punk driven. I was with Ben and two others, and we were all shook to our cores. I tried to listen to some of tracks on spotify and they aren't even in the ballpark of what we heard that afternoon. Just astounding.