08-06-2012, 12:25 PM
Dm blasted up under the cover of night, on the freeway by 4:20 AM, only stopped in Hopland for an accident, and enjoyed a delightful sunrise. Got there at 7:30, but the staff pass booth wasn't going to open until 8. Fortunately, several security and night hog friends were hanging out there - a few that knew dm by name and rep, but dm didn't remember - so it was chill. Secured a nice shady spot, tucked the car and was ready to go.
The ticket sales were way down. GAIA lost a ton of money. It might not happen next year, as they lost money on the first year and were hoping to improve. It made for a great show for those who came because there was plenty of room and an amazing line-up. Dm made an early prediction that the bulk of the patients would be staff and sure enough, it was so. It was so in spades. The supervisors were very impressed, which dm waved off humbly, saying 'it was probability, not prophesy.'
RM didn't make an official lammy (which was lammy lameness), so dm's rogue JNK lammies became the most sought after RM lammy trophy. Dm had made up a special one (soon to be posted on sitonmyfacebook). Several other JNK have been making lammies lately - good stuff but all photoshop montages - so dm decided to step up his game. He hand-drew an image of Aayla Segura, made her green instead of blue (it's a GAIA thang), and lit up her light sabers with some glow in the dark paint.
There was this weird generation thing happening at RM. There were the seasoned vets - the elders - and this group of about 10 nooBs, all in their early 20s, who were like those dreaded frat party people that usually spoil the scene. At one point, several of the young lads thought it would be funny to v-neck/muscle sleeve their staff shirts and walk around with bike shorts stuffed with socks. The young lassies with them followed sheepishly, along with one vet who just had to see what would happen, but he soon gave up because it was tiresome. There was an effort by the vets to break up the nooB pack (actually just to steal their lassies as they were young and nubile). That was marginally effective.
Dm managed to avoid getting anchored with a radio as there weren't many radios provided. So dm just ran amuck. Dm caught Steel Toed Slippers, which is a band by the son of a good friend. Their set was mediocre, which was a little awkward. Also caught Shovelman, which was this guy who converted a snow shovel into a synth slap bass. Funky and fun, worth checking out, but not necessarily for a whole set. Then was the act DM came to see - Bomba Estereo. As there was NO ONE THERE, dm was front of stage with plenty of room to dance about. The singer was a little more bleating than on their CD which dm loves so, but she's super quick and feisty. It's all about her and the drummer. The other two (bass and synth) were almost superfluous. The synth guy was actually a little annoying. They totally lived up to DM's expectations. Dm would have even bought another CD, but they didn't have one.
That night, dm pulled a great jedi move by coming in at just the right time to take a belligerent drunk from the head of security (an old dear friend) and a production head (another old friend), escort him to the space station despite his violent outbursts and struggling, and execute a perfect takedown and restraint. Some people, when they get drunk, like to fight their way to sobriety. As he had no skill at fighting, it was a pretty easy deal, and he was returned safely to his g/f once he had got it out of his system. It was very jedi, as it looked almost effortless and earned dm's keep for the day.
Dm stayed up until 4 and at that point realized that 24 hours was a long time to be conscious, so he crashed soundly until late morning.
Mas manana
The ticket sales were way down. GAIA lost a ton of money. It might not happen next year, as they lost money on the first year and were hoping to improve. It made for a great show for those who came because there was plenty of room and an amazing line-up. Dm made an early prediction that the bulk of the patients would be staff and sure enough, it was so. It was so in spades. The supervisors were very impressed, which dm waved off humbly, saying 'it was probability, not prophesy.'
RM didn't make an official lammy (which was lammy lameness), so dm's rogue JNK lammies became the most sought after RM lammy trophy. Dm had made up a special one (soon to be posted on sitonmyfacebook). Several other JNK have been making lammies lately - good stuff but all photoshop montages - so dm decided to step up his game. He hand-drew an image of Aayla Segura, made her green instead of blue (it's a GAIA thang), and lit up her light sabers with some glow in the dark paint.
There was this weird generation thing happening at RM. There were the seasoned vets - the elders - and this group of about 10 nooBs, all in their early 20s, who were like those dreaded frat party people that usually spoil the scene. At one point, several of the young lads thought it would be funny to v-neck/muscle sleeve their staff shirts and walk around with bike shorts stuffed with socks. The young lassies with them followed sheepishly, along with one vet who just had to see what would happen, but he soon gave up because it was tiresome. There was an effort by the vets to break up the nooB pack (actually just to steal their lassies as they were young and nubile). That was marginally effective.
Dm managed to avoid getting anchored with a radio as there weren't many radios provided. So dm just ran amuck. Dm caught Steel Toed Slippers, which is a band by the son of a good friend. Their set was mediocre, which was a little awkward. Also caught Shovelman, which was this guy who converted a snow shovel into a synth slap bass. Funky and fun, worth checking out, but not necessarily for a whole set. Then was the act DM came to see - Bomba Estereo. As there was NO ONE THERE, dm was front of stage with plenty of room to dance about. The singer was a little more bleating than on their CD which dm loves so, but she's super quick and feisty. It's all about her and the drummer. The other two (bass and synth) were almost superfluous. The synth guy was actually a little annoying. They totally lived up to DM's expectations. Dm would have even bought another CD, but they didn't have one.
That night, dm pulled a great jedi move by coming in at just the right time to take a belligerent drunk from the head of security (an old dear friend) and a production head (another old friend), escort him to the space station despite his violent outbursts and struggling, and execute a perfect takedown and restraint. Some people, when they get drunk, like to fight their way to sobriety. As he had no skill at fighting, it was a pretty easy deal, and he was returned safely to his g/f once he had got it out of his system. It was very jedi, as it looked almost effortless and earned dm's keep for the day.
Dm stayed up until 4 and at that point realized that 24 hours was a long time to be conscious, so he crashed soundly until late morning.
Mas manana
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