06-28-2013, 11:36 AM
I've been off my game for campouts. Perhaps it's the move. I've failed to pack well for the past two, and failed again on this one - strike 3. Forgot my special neck pillow and my melatonin. Next time, packing list.
Musically, I didn't get to see much, which really bothers me in retrospect. I caught the opening band on the main stage - The Green - which was a good opening band in that they were unremarkable, yet passable, perfect background soundtrack to excited conversations. I was looking forward to Prince Fatty because I heard some good tracks and he had cartoon martial arts figures as his pic in the program. But that fell short as it was taken over by Holly Cook, a silky-voiced songstress who would be fronting him on the main on Sunday, and she just didn't do it for me. There was a great Bollywood dance group - Duniya Drum and Dance - that took over the village stage just prior to the JAH Med meeting (which lasted 2 frigging hours!) Wanting to see that act, I convinced the staff to check out a dance before the meeting, but it only kept their interest for one dance. I could have watched their whole act. The last act on Saturday was Stephen and Damien Marley, two of my favs, and they were really good, but they didn't blow me away as I would have liked. In the dancehall, Gaudi was interesting as he had a lot of crazy devices including a theremin, but it wound up sounding like Star Wars after a while - lots of spacey beeps and whines. Jah Shaka was ok, but he didn't really mix. He just played vinyls, which I felt I could do. Downbeat the Ruler and Comanche High Power were enjoyable. One of them pulled out a lot of vintage Marley tracks, which is always a winner, but I can't remember which and that's indicative of my level of impression as well as my state of mind. Reggae is not moving me like it used to - at least not lately. I found myself enjoying the company of my awesome Jedi Nite Krew, who I was honored once again to lead into the reggae fray, and with my fellow JAH Medders, who are a great gang of characters, full of heart and humor.
I did one restraint - a two-man that went to four. I was part of the initial two. It went poorly in the fact that I totally lost my grip on my side, loosing both leg and arm and had to do one of those flying reversals to regain control. The irritating thing was that I foresaw that it was going to happen and just couldn't manage to regain position without such a dramatic change. When we finally got some back-up, the patient had cycled down and the relief was all 'what's all the fuss?' We swapped out restrainers and said 'He's cycling. You'll see.' About 10 minutes later, when he cycled up again, they went to a four-man restraint.
Musically, I didn't get to see much, which really bothers me in retrospect. I caught the opening band on the main stage - The Green - which was a good opening band in that they were unremarkable, yet passable, perfect background soundtrack to excited conversations. I was looking forward to Prince Fatty because I heard some good tracks and he had cartoon martial arts figures as his pic in the program. But that fell short as it was taken over by Holly Cook, a silky-voiced songstress who would be fronting him on the main on Sunday, and she just didn't do it for me. There was a great Bollywood dance group - Duniya Drum and Dance - that took over the village stage just prior to the JAH Med meeting (which lasted 2 frigging hours!) Wanting to see that act, I convinced the staff to check out a dance before the meeting, but it only kept their interest for one dance. I could have watched their whole act. The last act on Saturday was Stephen and Damien Marley, two of my favs, and they were really good, but they didn't blow me away as I would have liked. In the dancehall, Gaudi was interesting as he had a lot of crazy devices including a theremin, but it wound up sounding like Star Wars after a while - lots of spacey beeps and whines. Jah Shaka was ok, but he didn't really mix. He just played vinyls, which I felt I could do. Downbeat the Ruler and Comanche High Power were enjoyable. One of them pulled out a lot of vintage Marley tracks, which is always a winner, but I can't remember which and that's indicative of my level of impression as well as my state of mind. Reggae is not moving me like it used to - at least not lately. I found myself enjoying the company of my awesome Jedi Nite Krew, who I was honored once again to lead into the reggae fray, and with my fellow JAH Medders, who are a great gang of characters, full of heart and humor.
I did one restraint - a two-man that went to four. I was part of the initial two. It went poorly in the fact that I totally lost my grip on my side, loosing both leg and arm and had to do one of those flying reversals to regain control. The irritating thing was that I foresaw that it was going to happen and just couldn't manage to regain position without such a dramatic change. When we finally got some back-up, the patient had cycled down and the relief was all 'what's all the fuss?' We swapped out restrainers and said 'He's cycling. You'll see.' About 10 minutes later, when he cycled up again, they went to a four-man restraint.
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