05-30-2022, 02:45 PM
oof. that day after... everything is blurry
As you can see, my post above had issues with the mammoth crowd all trying to access their phones for all manner of things, overloading the system and killing lots of my attempts to post.
Sublime was a 'best of' show, which wasn't bad at all because they have so many anthemic hits. Smoke Two Joints was staggeringly smoky as the entire bowl audience did that very thing. I spent it hanging out at the Bowl Stage Self Care station, which was butted up against the Jahlibyrd, effectively doubling our real estate.
The fucking chimp was a disturbing shirt someone in front of us at self care was wearing that totally harshed our buzz. I'll post that pic later.
The show was packed. Most patrons ever. That created several levels of messes, mostly traffic oriented.
Ice Cube was a throwback. Made me want to watch an Ice Cube movie. Ice Cube brought the cold. During his set, the temp dropped dramatically with a chilling ocean wind that cut to the bone. Fortunately I was prepared.
A new PA who came in as a guest of one of the Docs who was planning to hire him for her company (she's a hospice Doc) fucked up by getting ripped drunk and going into the VIP section yelling he was privileged. His actions got JM banned from a VIP corridor. I was with that doc and we went to catch up to where the other doc was cutting his wrist band and kicking his ass out. She led me on a wild goose chase and we got there after it was resolved. In retrospect, it was her not wanting to engage the scene but I wasn't following exactly what was going on that well at that moment. She was grateful because she realized he wouldn't be a good fit as her new hire. We all felt that was a tough new job interview process, but it worked.
A group came in with a woman who just heard her brother commited suicide. They were in total shock. Staff looked to me at first to offer some counsel, but that sound in her cry brought me right back to consoling Chelsea after Buck died, and I froze. I quickly explained I was out and those that knew what I've been through with that understood. I retreated into the crowd with Tara.
Tara and I tucked into the front corner of the stage left VIP section, both of us completed undercover with our attire and tucking our lams. That was to see Damian.
JAH Bless. There is nothing like Damian Marley at Cali Roots. That show was epic bashment, the best of the weekend. He's got his rapid fire way of rapping, and then fades into his take on classic anthems of his father. It's a winning combination and we were well positioned to bear witness, except for being surrounded by several crazy annoying patrons, including this really weird woman fanatic who kept claiming she knew Damian, but didn't have the right passes to be there, snuck in somehow, and had to pee. I think she was thinking of peeing in her thermos but I put the squelch on that. She eventually dashed out and Tara took her place on the bleacher rail (we were 3rd row back) but she managed to sneak back in telling us that she met Damian's chauffeur and gave him this crappy painting of Damian that she had made, and he let her pee behind the car.
We had packed out our gear already but Tara wanted to stay to check out the afterparty. She's never been to one and JM was openly invited. So we went and it was a lot of fun - nice spread of food, banging DJ, massage, and lots of celebrating staff. We didn't hang out long.
We listened to Sofi Tukker's new album on the way home. They are coming to the Greek the Thursday after Dead & Co at Shoreline - thinking about doing that if I have the stamina. Tara might take Bri, who has never been to a concert. That would be a good start.
Yuki was overjoyed to see us. Stacy had texted that he seemed to know, constantly looking at the door all yesterday. After a decent night's sleep, we had breakfast at Verve and parted ways. It was a wonderfully irie weekend.
Now I'm listening to the end of the KKUP reggae show on my folk's old wood cabinet Magnavox at my mom's. Made a grocery run so I can just tuck in here for the rest of the day. Been working, getting back into the groove of things.
As you can see, my post above had issues with the mammoth crowd all trying to access their phones for all manner of things, overloading the system and killing lots of my attempts to post.
Sublime was a 'best of' show, which wasn't bad at all because they have so many anthemic hits. Smoke Two Joints was staggeringly smoky as the entire bowl audience did that very thing. I spent it hanging out at the Bowl Stage Self Care station, which was butted up against the Jahlibyrd, effectively doubling our real estate.
The fucking chimp was a disturbing shirt someone in front of us at self care was wearing that totally harshed our buzz. I'll post that pic later.
The show was packed. Most patrons ever. That created several levels of messes, mostly traffic oriented.
Ice Cube was a throwback. Made me want to watch an Ice Cube movie. Ice Cube brought the cold. During his set, the temp dropped dramatically with a chilling ocean wind that cut to the bone. Fortunately I was prepared.
A new PA who came in as a guest of one of the Docs who was planning to hire him for her company (she's a hospice Doc) fucked up by getting ripped drunk and going into the VIP section yelling he was privileged. His actions got JM banned from a VIP corridor. I was with that doc and we went to catch up to where the other doc was cutting his wrist band and kicking his ass out. She led me on a wild goose chase and we got there after it was resolved. In retrospect, it was her not wanting to engage the scene but I wasn't following exactly what was going on that well at that moment. She was grateful because she realized he wouldn't be a good fit as her new hire. We all felt that was a tough new job interview process, but it worked.
A group came in with a woman who just heard her brother commited suicide. They were in total shock. Staff looked to me at first to offer some counsel, but that sound in her cry brought me right back to consoling Chelsea after Buck died, and I froze. I quickly explained I was out and those that knew what I've been through with that understood. I retreated into the crowd with Tara.
Tara and I tucked into the front corner of the stage left VIP section, both of us completed undercover with our attire and tucking our lams. That was to see Damian.
JAH Bless. There is nothing like Damian Marley at Cali Roots. That show was epic bashment, the best of the weekend. He's got his rapid fire way of rapping, and then fades into his take on classic anthems of his father. It's a winning combination and we were well positioned to bear witness, except for being surrounded by several crazy annoying patrons, including this really weird woman fanatic who kept claiming she knew Damian, but didn't have the right passes to be there, snuck in somehow, and had to pee. I think she was thinking of peeing in her thermos but I put the squelch on that. She eventually dashed out and Tara took her place on the bleacher rail (we were 3rd row back) but she managed to sneak back in telling us that she met Damian's chauffeur and gave him this crappy painting of Damian that she had made, and he let her pee behind the car.
We had packed out our gear already but Tara wanted to stay to check out the afterparty. She's never been to one and JM was openly invited. So we went and it was a lot of fun - nice spread of food, banging DJ, massage, and lots of celebrating staff. We didn't hang out long.
We listened to Sofi Tukker's new album on the way home. They are coming to the Greek the Thursday after Dead & Co at Shoreline - thinking about doing that if I have the stamina. Tara might take Bri, who has never been to a concert. That would be a good start.
Yuki was overjoyed to see us. Stacy had texted that he seemed to know, constantly looking at the door all yesterday. After a decent night's sleep, we had breakfast at Verve and parted ways. It was a wonderfully irie weekend.
Now I'm listening to the end of the KKUP reggae show on my folk's old wood cabinet Magnavox at my mom's. Made a grocery run so I can just tuck in here for the rest of the day. Been working, getting back into the groove of things.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse