Damien 'Jr Gong' Marley

[Drunk Monk]

So there I was at my usual spot at the 'Mo, in the hallway, near the Women's restroom.  I was in front of the Tom Petty altar when a lovely lady comes up to me and hands me her iPhone, saying she can't hear it.  She's tipsy, but not shit-faced, and leaning in way close as she's getting me to try to hear her friend and communicate her location.  It's really loud in the 'Mo.  That house has awesome acoustics for big bass.  Soon her friend shows up and they are both ecstatic, and the first gal is so happy, she's hugging me and rubbing me and even insists on getting a selfie with me with her hanging off me (I must be getting old because I was too bowled over by it all to grab a selfie myself).  Both women are probably in their 30s, clean SF types, well dressed and groomed but not excessively made-up nor decked in reggae wear - they look like nice gals.  The ladies huddle around me snugly and say they want to party with me and ask me if they can buy me a drink.  But I flash my lammies, tell them I'm working, and off they dance into the crowd, never to be seen again.  I quickly check to make sure I didn't get pick-pocketed and praise JAH & Jr. Gong for the irie niceness.

So yeah, I had a good night.

The show was sold out.  Kabaka Pyramid opened but I only caught the last song or two because we got there late. Jr. Gong was solid as always, although I'm not too smitten with his new album cuts.  Maybe they will grow on me.