07-04-2018, 10:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-04-2018, 11:22 PM by Drunk Monk.)
From talking down deadheads on acid to talking down T’s cat from Independence Day.
Who talks down DM?
I bailed out of work early to get to that mad shakedown street. So worth it. Got myself some nice tiny metal stealie stickers at a discount because I had RM colors on. One will go on the CRV. Spent way too much time out there and was late for the meeting.
Joel gave the in-service on night 1 and he's a hard act to follow, so I turned my in-service into a clown show. I got a nooB to back me, someone that came all the way down from OR, following me from SNWMF, nice gal, a scuba enthusiast, with good JNK potential. There's this young RMer Khai that aspires to cross over to psych from responder, good kid, strong, and so I set him up as the fall guy for the break holds, and then tossed it to Dirty Ho. That worked out well because DH needs more seasoning to do inservices and they were both radio people.
Ran into an insane amount of old friends and acquaintances, too many of them were drunk and talking to me for way too long with laborious stories about themselves that I couldn't really track or just didn't care to listen. As an aside to Maestro Yeti, I ran into Tristram who is now living in the Cruz - we exchanged contacts and hope to get together for lunch or something to catch up. He wasn't drunk or boring - it was really delightful to reconnect.
1st set was mellow work wise. I stayed close to the annex - my post - which was well positioned for crowd watching and talking to old friends. 2nd set had more activity, but on the whole, lighter than the night before. There was a case of an alleged dog that got into some shrooms but the tour rats that came to us with the problem didn't want us to see the dog, so we just gave them some french fries and activated charcoal. A friend's brother got busted. Another old friend from tour, who is now MVPD, gave me the down low on who they were busting and why (basically felony dealing - pot was overlooked). They had a booth right next to the fire station and the bustee didn't notice the camera pointed right at him. I heard later that he's free now and no harm done, which is good enough for me. My 2nd to last patient was a trippin midget. He had shut down, refusing to engage. Midgets are already kind of trippy to me, so that was challenging, but we reconnected him to friends and it was all good. The final patient was too late to save and had to be rolled.
The band sounded okay overall. Still can't quite hang with Mayer. Chimenti (keys) sounded really off to me too. Many of the jams felt too labored or slow, but there were a few moments where the sound was almost there, and that was satisfying. I got access to some seats in the center via a pair of tickets that were being passed around and saw all of drumzspace>other one. I grabbed another late add from SNWMF to accompany me and we enjoyed the view thoroughly. Oteil joined the rhythm devils and it was okay, had some moments, but the journey to the other one was a bit belabored and overdone. When Days Between came on, Bobby sounded awful on it. This was Jerry's final power ballad and no one can really touch that. Made it out for the encore - Ripple - with another old deadhead RMer. A fine finish for the evening because everyone sang and the band themselves were superfluous.
It was really a joy to return to the Dead scene. It's such a part of me and I'm such a part of it. I'm inspired to see it continues to thrive, even in its diminished state. Love is real, not fade away.
Who talks down DM?
I bailed out of work early to get to that mad shakedown street. So worth it. Got myself some nice tiny metal stealie stickers at a discount because I had RM colors on. One will go on the CRV. Spent way too much time out there and was late for the meeting.
Joel gave the in-service on night 1 and he's a hard act to follow, so I turned my in-service into a clown show. I got a nooB to back me, someone that came all the way down from OR, following me from SNWMF, nice gal, a scuba enthusiast, with good JNK potential. There's this young RMer Khai that aspires to cross over to psych from responder, good kid, strong, and so I set him up as the fall guy for the break holds, and then tossed it to Dirty Ho. That worked out well because DH needs more seasoning to do inservices and they were both radio people.
Ran into an insane amount of old friends and acquaintances, too many of them were drunk and talking to me for way too long with laborious stories about themselves that I couldn't really track or just didn't care to listen. As an aside to Maestro Yeti, I ran into Tristram who is now living in the Cruz - we exchanged contacts and hope to get together for lunch or something to catch up. He wasn't drunk or boring - it was really delightful to reconnect.
1st set was mellow work wise. I stayed close to the annex - my post - which was well positioned for crowd watching and talking to old friends. 2nd set had more activity, but on the whole, lighter than the night before. There was a case of an alleged dog that got into some shrooms but the tour rats that came to us with the problem didn't want us to see the dog, so we just gave them some french fries and activated charcoal. A friend's brother got busted. Another old friend from tour, who is now MVPD, gave me the down low on who they were busting and why (basically felony dealing - pot was overlooked). They had a booth right next to the fire station and the bustee didn't notice the camera pointed right at him. I heard later that he's free now and no harm done, which is good enough for me. My 2nd to last patient was a trippin midget. He had shut down, refusing to engage. Midgets are already kind of trippy to me, so that was challenging, but we reconnected him to friends and it was all good. The final patient was too late to save and had to be rolled.
The band sounded okay overall. Still can't quite hang with Mayer. Chimenti (keys) sounded really off to me too. Many of the jams felt too labored or slow, but there were a few moments where the sound was almost there, and that was satisfying. I got access to some seats in the center via a pair of tickets that were being passed around and saw all of drumzspace>other one. I grabbed another late add from SNWMF to accompany me and we enjoyed the view thoroughly. Oteil joined the rhythm devils and it was okay, had some moments, but the journey to the other one was a bit belabored and overdone. When Days Between came on, Bobby sounded awful on it. This was Jerry's final power ballad and no one can really touch that. Made it out for the encore - Ripple - with another old deadhead RMer. A fine finish for the evening because everyone sang and the band themselves were superfluous.
It was really a joy to return to the Dead scene. It's such a part of me and I'm such a part of it. I'm inspired to see it continues to thrive, even in its diminished state. Love is real, not fade away.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse