05-29-2014, 03:30 PM
Mrs. Dm didn't bring the girls back until late afternoon, allowing DM a goodly chunk of running amuck time, starting with his traditional breakfast of champs, a beer - this time an Anchor porter as dm came home with three cases of beer from the Anchor tour, and still has some leftover after Cali Roots. Then Dm's aforementioned kung fu brother took him out to a delicious diner breakfast. He dropped DM off after at a CVS right outside the venue where dm invested in some gel inserts for his worn cheap target shoes. It was the only souvenir that DM gleaned from Cali Roots, which is perhaps indicative of his general outlook on music festivals nowadays.
Dm's radio didn't work. Well, it could hear a transmission from about 10 or 20 feet away, which is useless really as you can just talk at that distance. Dm kept wearing the radio however, just because it made him look more official.
Zion I, the band that really impressed dm two weeks prior at Edge of Eden, were very mediocre. Dm wandered off before the set was over.
Alborosie was fun. He's an ITALian gone rasta. Borosie is a slang for rude tourist (comes from boorish I tink) in patois; he rolled with being dubbed that and added his real name 'al' for his stage name. Through the entire set, dm was trying to remember why he liked Alborosie, as he was into his music for a while a few years back. He was sitting on a couch in the VIP room with some of the other JNK, all watching the TV simulcast and pondering what his big hit was. It was, of course, Kingston Town, and when he did that song for his finale, DM & the JNK leaped up and went to listen. J. Boog joined him for that.
There was an IPR and his brother that walked off AMA, leaving the venue for their car (the brother was sober enough to drive). The RM response crew abandoned them at the gate, but sensing trouble, DM and another core JNK (the one who as at Edge of Eden no less), decided to follow them just be sure they got past the line of blue patrolling the front gate. Dm, the IPR, the IPR bro and the other JNK were all sitting at the front when the girls appeared. T had spotted Dm in front as Mrs. Dm drove by on the way to parking, so she dropped them off right there. After a short chat, they went off to run amuck. Later, at dinner, the Dms casually informed the girls that one of the other guys was high on acid (Mrs. Dm could tell from the car) and their jaws dropped. They had no idea and had never been that close to a tripper.
Mrs. Dm and Dm enjoyed Ziggy from the VIP lounge couch on the TV simulcast. The girls were front of stage or somewhere. Then Mrs dm took the girls home again.
That night, Dm crashed hard as soon as it was over. Good sleep.
DM was up with the sunrise on Sunday. It's conditioned deep into DM now as he has to wake up and drive HWY17 a lot. So dm got his qigong done, packed his things (remember the cat-pee-spoiling-the-yoda-tent episode earlier?) and made it home in a little over half an hour. There he showered and had breakfast, then picked up the girls and went back.
Dm spent more time at RM on Sunday. The show manager had been pumping up the fact that he managed to get a lot of JNK to Cali Roots (It was a good reggae line-up, so they'd come like bugs to a lamp). But there hadn't been any major IPRs and DM has been on this campaign with the JNK to show more magik. Lately, with few major IPRs, they've just vanished into the smoky haze. So Dm took over the table service and started hustling. The girls joined him for an hour or so (T is getting more interested in volunteering for RM, which would actually be good experience for her). That afternoon, DM bested the donations of the previous two days, taking in over $100 and about half a dozen buds, some hash and a fat dab in a container. It was a good magik trick and gave the JNK something to think about. Actually, dm stacked the deck there because Sunday was sunny, so dm knew that it would be a big sunscreen day and the table would be busy.
Dm ditched his radio before Damien and joined the girls for the last set. It was packed, but the girls managed to squeeze into a tiny spot in the seated area on stage left. Dm found a spot in the aisle and was quickly reminded of the power of teenage girls that secured a spot so close. It was disastrously tight, but manageable, and people were friendly. There was a major beer spill on T's jacket. Worse, there was a barfing on the staircase near the aisle where Dm was standing, but it was mostly water and not odoriferous (at least, not over the smoke). The girls were well behaved, very amused by an enormous joint one dude was smoking - dm was too because it was the size of a cardboard paper towel roll. Damien threw down an amazing set. The audience was really fired up (pun intended) so the call-response was thundering. Woi Yo! Woi Yo Yo Yo! When greeted with such luv, Damien's band really turned it on. When it was over, Dm and the girls made a dash to get out and beat out the traffic as there's only one tiny road between the venue and the highway.
We were home before midnight and spent memorial day loafing about, napping and eating.
Dm's radio didn't work. Well, it could hear a transmission from about 10 or 20 feet away, which is useless really as you can just talk at that distance. Dm kept wearing the radio however, just because it made him look more official.
Zion I, the band that really impressed dm two weeks prior at Edge of Eden, were very mediocre. Dm wandered off before the set was over.
Alborosie was fun. He's an ITALian gone rasta. Borosie is a slang for rude tourist (comes from boorish I tink) in patois; he rolled with being dubbed that and added his real name 'al' for his stage name. Through the entire set, dm was trying to remember why he liked Alborosie, as he was into his music for a while a few years back. He was sitting on a couch in the VIP room with some of the other JNK, all watching the TV simulcast and pondering what his big hit was. It was, of course, Kingston Town, and when he did that song for his finale, DM & the JNK leaped up and went to listen. J. Boog joined him for that.
There was an IPR and his brother that walked off AMA, leaving the venue for their car (the brother was sober enough to drive). The RM response crew abandoned them at the gate, but sensing trouble, DM and another core JNK (the one who as at Edge of Eden no less), decided to follow them just be sure they got past the line of blue patrolling the front gate. Dm, the IPR, the IPR bro and the other JNK were all sitting at the front when the girls appeared. T had spotted Dm in front as Mrs. Dm drove by on the way to parking, so she dropped them off right there. After a short chat, they went off to run amuck. Later, at dinner, the Dms casually informed the girls that one of the other guys was high on acid (Mrs. Dm could tell from the car) and their jaws dropped. They had no idea and had never been that close to a tripper.
Mrs. Dm and Dm enjoyed Ziggy from the VIP lounge couch on the TV simulcast. The girls were front of stage or somewhere. Then Mrs dm took the girls home again.
That night, Dm crashed hard as soon as it was over. Good sleep.
DM was up with the sunrise on Sunday. It's conditioned deep into DM now as he has to wake up and drive HWY17 a lot. So dm got his qigong done, packed his things (remember the cat-pee-spoiling-the-yoda-tent episode earlier?) and made it home in a little over half an hour. There he showered and had breakfast, then picked up the girls and went back.
Dm spent more time at RM on Sunday. The show manager had been pumping up the fact that he managed to get a lot of JNK to Cali Roots (It was a good reggae line-up, so they'd come like bugs to a lamp). But there hadn't been any major IPRs and DM has been on this campaign with the JNK to show more magik. Lately, with few major IPRs, they've just vanished into the smoky haze. So Dm took over the table service and started hustling. The girls joined him for an hour or so (T is getting more interested in volunteering for RM, which would actually be good experience for her). That afternoon, DM bested the donations of the previous two days, taking in over $100 and about half a dozen buds, some hash and a fat dab in a container. It was a good magik trick and gave the JNK something to think about. Actually, dm stacked the deck there because Sunday was sunny, so dm knew that it would be a big sunscreen day and the table would be busy.
Dm ditched his radio before Damien and joined the girls for the last set. It was packed, but the girls managed to squeeze into a tiny spot in the seated area on stage left. Dm found a spot in the aisle and was quickly reminded of the power of teenage girls that secured a spot so close. It was disastrously tight, but manageable, and people were friendly. There was a major beer spill on T's jacket. Worse, there was a barfing on the staircase near the aisle where Dm was standing, but it was mostly water and not odoriferous (at least, not over the smoke). The girls were well behaved, very amused by an enormous joint one dude was smoking - dm was too because it was the size of a cardboard paper towel roll. Damien threw down an amazing set. The audience was really fired up (pun intended) so the call-response was thundering. Woi Yo! Woi Yo Yo Yo! When greeted with such luv, Damien's band really turned it on. When it was over, Dm and the girls made a dash to get out and beat out the traffic as there's only one tiny road between the venue and the highway.
We were home before midnight and spent memorial day loafing about, napping and eating.
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