07-05-2014, 12:49 PM
I got home from Yosemite on Thursday night and got up early to meet my padawan in Fremont on Friday morning. He was kind enough to drive and he's got a lead foot. We were racing to make it there by 2:30. We just made it. You see, this year, SNWMF turned 21, and it turned into a booze fest. The first 24 hours was pretty blurry, very beery.
Dm took on two new JNK acolytes - one a top rn from Whitebird and the other, her bf, one of the brewers at Anderson Valley brewery. Anderson Valley Brewery is right across the street from SNWMF. Boomville's brewery. And the nooB JNK took the JNK on a tour - open taps (including AV's Wild Turkey barrel-aged delights). It was fun, but DM had to scurry back to the meeting and deliver the in-service. Oh, in the rush, Dm and the new padawan forgot to grab lunch. Dm hit the meeting horribly trashed and had to get another to lead and just coach from the side because his speech was way to slurred to be taken that seriously. Fortunately, other board members were in cahoots and it was an amusing, if not nefarious, entrance for the JNK. The following day, the Docs wanted a tour, and as the AV tour leader was part of the JNK, as JNK leader, he had to accompany them for another tour. On Doctor's advice even. AV donated a half keg to the JNK (which was finished in 24 hours). And there was the traditional single malt showdown between the Doc and DM, with an added 'shine whiskey distilled by one of the responders. Dm didn't sober up until Saturday sometime, when he had to come up for air.
The weekend was fairly mellow overall for JM. Among the notable tales were Raj, a clingy IPR who wore a fabulous Indian regal robe (name changed to protect the guilty) and was allegedly dosed with an acid-infused mango (he was ok, just needy), a steam burn on an IPR, who freaked out when he discovered like a dozen medics behind him (as nothing was happening, there was some over-responding), and some classic dancehall syncopals. The padawan earned a nickname 'The Flow' because he failed to defend a 'flowing' lava light from the 'flow' of pee of a wayward patient. It's a good name as it alludes to his general Daoist nature. The worst was late Sunday night (which DM slept through completely) - an IPR broke into a nice RV and locked himself in their for hours, smearing. Smearing is a prison thing typically - smearing feces and vomit everywhere. As it was a clear case of trespassing, that went right to the cops. DM was grateful that his crew handed it and didn't wake him.
The show was way undersold and chilly. CA Roots and RotR 30 were blamed for low attendance. It was more of a rock steady show than a reggae show. Friday night, Ozomatli provided a nice background sound at the Rock n Rugs booth. Adrian Sherwood w/ Josey Wales and Comanche High Power made for a very enjoyable Dancehall. Saturday Dm was really looking forward to Sly & Robbie w/Mykal Rose, and that was ok, but their getting on and lack the intense edge that Dm so worshipped a decade plus ago. That act is on tour (with Bitty McClean too) and will appear again at RotR. To be honest, it was pretty beery blurry still. Shaggy closed and was nearly booed off stage. Dm walked out on that early to make it for Mighty Crown in the dancehall. MC dropped a nice Jr Gong jam, but then kept teasing riddems for a minute the pullin dem up, never letting them settle. Dm ended up dancing with Molly (brought by the new rn), so it didn't matter. Sunday was very pleasant - a nice mellow rock steady vibe. Derrick Morgan stole the show from the small stage - the best act all weekend. Morgan Heritage was polished as always. There was an excellent belly dancer named Natalie, a friend of a friend no less, who did a captivating sword dance in the wind no less. Dm has always thought he should do a story on belly dancing sword dances. He often recounts making swords for belly dancers back at the Armoury, that and selling swords to Anton LaVey. Good times. Rebelution - eh, they still suck. Can't watch them and not remember how badly they trashed our space a few years ago.
It was a fun time this year, and the JNK came together marvelously, but there's some karmic debt brewing for sure. The JNK have gone unchallenged for many moons. To quote the gospel of Star Wars "I've gotta bad feeling about this."
Dm took on two new JNK acolytes - one a top rn from Whitebird and the other, her bf, one of the brewers at Anderson Valley brewery. Anderson Valley Brewery is right across the street from SNWMF. Boomville's brewery. And the nooB JNK took the JNK on a tour - open taps (including AV's Wild Turkey barrel-aged delights). It was fun, but DM had to scurry back to the meeting and deliver the in-service. Oh, in the rush, Dm and the new padawan forgot to grab lunch. Dm hit the meeting horribly trashed and had to get another to lead and just coach from the side because his speech was way to slurred to be taken that seriously. Fortunately, other board members were in cahoots and it was an amusing, if not nefarious, entrance for the JNK. The following day, the Docs wanted a tour, and as the AV tour leader was part of the JNK, as JNK leader, he had to accompany them for another tour. On Doctor's advice even. AV donated a half keg to the JNK (which was finished in 24 hours). And there was the traditional single malt showdown between the Doc and DM, with an added 'shine whiskey distilled by one of the responders. Dm didn't sober up until Saturday sometime, when he had to come up for air.
The weekend was fairly mellow overall for JM. Among the notable tales were Raj, a clingy IPR who wore a fabulous Indian regal robe (name changed to protect the guilty) and was allegedly dosed with an acid-infused mango (he was ok, just needy), a steam burn on an IPR, who freaked out when he discovered like a dozen medics behind him (as nothing was happening, there was some over-responding), and some classic dancehall syncopals. The padawan earned a nickname 'The Flow' because he failed to defend a 'flowing' lava light from the 'flow' of pee of a wayward patient. It's a good name as it alludes to his general Daoist nature. The worst was late Sunday night (which DM slept through completely) - an IPR broke into a nice RV and locked himself in their for hours, smearing. Smearing is a prison thing typically - smearing feces and vomit everywhere. As it was a clear case of trespassing, that went right to the cops. DM was grateful that his crew handed it and didn't wake him.
The show was way undersold and chilly. CA Roots and RotR 30 were blamed for low attendance. It was more of a rock steady show than a reggae show. Friday night, Ozomatli provided a nice background sound at the Rock n Rugs booth. Adrian Sherwood w/ Josey Wales and Comanche High Power made for a very enjoyable Dancehall. Saturday Dm was really looking forward to Sly & Robbie w/Mykal Rose, and that was ok, but their getting on and lack the intense edge that Dm so worshipped a decade plus ago. That act is on tour (with Bitty McClean too) and will appear again at RotR. To be honest, it was pretty beery blurry still. Shaggy closed and was nearly booed off stage. Dm walked out on that early to make it for Mighty Crown in the dancehall. MC dropped a nice Jr Gong jam, but then kept teasing riddems for a minute the pullin dem up, never letting them settle. Dm ended up dancing with Molly (brought by the new rn), so it didn't matter. Sunday was very pleasant - a nice mellow rock steady vibe. Derrick Morgan stole the show from the small stage - the best act all weekend. Morgan Heritage was polished as always. There was an excellent belly dancer named Natalie, a friend of a friend no less, who did a captivating sword dance in the wind no less. Dm has always thought he should do a story on belly dancing sword dances. He often recounts making swords for belly dancers back at the Armoury, that and selling swords to Anton LaVey. Good times. Rebelution - eh, they still suck. Can't watch them and not remember how badly they trashed our space a few years ago.
It was a fun time this year, and the JNK came together marvelously, but there's some karmic debt brewing for sure. The JNK have gone unchallenged for many moons. To quote the gospel of Star Wars "I've gotta bad feeling about this."
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