06-29-2018, 10:36 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-29-2018, 10:45 PM by Drunk Monk.)
Los Lobos
Got there right at 8:30 just because. Found a hole front of stage and grabbed the rail. When the band hit the stage, they looked old. DOOM would look better on stage. Barely recognized them. They played a classic rock set, with a 3-song Mexican interlude with accordion, 1st song dedicated to ‘President Chump’ a Mexican love song about a 33 carbine rifle. At points, they looked tired, just phoning it in with a set they’ve performed countless times. Other times they were smiling and jamming, happy to still be playing before an enthusiastic crowd. Hildalgo still has mean chops. I was hoping for their cover of Bertha, got Poppa was a Rolling Stone & Good loving. Opened with Will the Wolf Survive? Encoded with (as they said themselves ‘you know what’s coming’) La Bamba.
Glad I went. When I can walk to front of stage from my bungalow in less than 15 mins for free, why not? I was fantasizing about a dinner of boardwalk junk food but it was all sugar and starch, and I’m off that kick. So I’m home, on my veranda with some prefab soup and a shot of whiskey. Happy Friday!
Got there right at 8:30 just because. Found a hole front of stage and grabbed the rail. When the band hit the stage, they looked old. DOOM would look better on stage. Barely recognized them. They played a classic rock set, with a 3-song Mexican interlude with accordion, 1st song dedicated to ‘President Chump’ a Mexican love song about a 33 carbine rifle. At points, they looked tired, just phoning it in with a set they’ve performed countless times. Other times they were smiling and jamming, happy to still be playing before an enthusiastic crowd. Hildalgo still has mean chops. I was hoping for their cover of Bertha, got Poppa was a Rolling Stone & Good loving. Opened with Will the Wolf Survive? Encoded with (as they said themselves ‘you know what’s coming’) La Bamba.
Glad I went. When I can walk to front of stage from my bungalow in less than 15 mins for free, why not? I was fantasizing about a dinner of boardwalk junk food but it was all sugar and starch, and I’m off that kick. So I’m home, on my veranda with some prefab soup and a shot of whiskey. Happy Friday!
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