09-20-2007, 09:08 PM
So truth be told, I'm not that into Heavyweight Dub Champion. They rocked the dub lounge (our nick for the talkdown tent) at Reggae on the River 06, which means we didn't really get to listen to them because we wrassled trippers for the whole set. I got the CD and loved their Rasta Mad Max trip. I got to catch the whole set at Reggae Rising 007 and they didn't really impress me. So I was looking forward to them at earthdance. They played two sets as HDC and two sets as Liberation Movement, which was just the SF DJs. All I saw was half a song from the 2nd HDC set before I was called away to backboard a tripper. That was a big disappointment. four chances and missed them all.
The other act I kind of wanted to catch was Don Carlos, a reggae veteran. I've seen him before, but I love my reggae so I was working my way there when he came on. Three friends had dropped mescaline and wanted me to join them, but I had to sleep that night because I had to drive home alone the next morning and didn't want to fall asleep at the wheel. So I became their tour guide, which is always entertaining. By chance, we ran into the big honchos of Reggae Rising, who took us up to their camp behind stage for rum punch cocktails. Then we went backstage for dinner. By the time we were done, so was Don Carlos. Another set missed.
Being tour guide, I escorted the mescalito threesome to the Yard Dogs Road Show, a burlesque act that none of us had seen before. It started out sort of Tom Waits like, evil carneys barking for the show, scary off key singers and a pretty tight band doing wacked out circus music, not at all what we expected. It took a while for the dancing girls to appear, but when they did, they were great - traditional feather fan dances, cape dances, very beautiful and classy for a topless show. There was also a fire eater and a sword swallower. The boys were very entertained and so was I.
Musically, I also enjoyed Christafari DJing in the dancehall dome.
Thus ends my earthdance music report. As for my adventures, all I can say is this. When I'm chasing multiple nekkid trippers at 3 in the morning in 40 degree weather, one thing is for certain - this season's batch of acid is good. Real good.
The other act I kind of wanted to catch was Don Carlos, a reggae veteran. I've seen him before, but I love my reggae so I was working my way there when he came on. Three friends had dropped mescaline and wanted me to join them, but I had to sleep that night because I had to drive home alone the next morning and didn't want to fall asleep at the wheel. So I became their tour guide, which is always entertaining. By chance, we ran into the big honchos of Reggae Rising, who took us up to their camp behind stage for rum punch cocktails. Then we went backstage for dinner. By the time we were done, so was Don Carlos. Another set missed.
Being tour guide, I escorted the mescalito threesome to the Yard Dogs Road Show, a burlesque act that none of us had seen before. It started out sort of Tom Waits like, evil carneys barking for the show, scary off key singers and a pretty tight band doing wacked out circus music, not at all what we expected. It took a while for the dancing girls to appear, but when they did, they were great - traditional feather fan dances, cape dances, very beautiful and classy for a topless show. There was also a fire eater and a sword swallower. The boys were very entertained and so was I.
Musically, I also enjoyed Christafari DJing in the dancehall dome.
Thus ends my earthdance music report. As for my adventures, all I can say is this. When I'm chasing multiple nekkid trippers at 3 in the morning in 40 degree weather, one thing is for certain - this season's batch of acid is good. Real good.
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