06-30-2008, 04:24 PM
...first death by meningitis, first 8-victim stabbing, not the first wildfire but definitely the most intense, not the first thunderstorm either - actually had a deadhead thunderstruck in vegas.
So back to the show, it was ok. There was no one on the line up calling me, so I wasn't expecting much.
Friday, I didn't catch much music really. Rootz Underground sounded ok (the village stage is right next to JAH med). Heard Namka Rinpoche speak through a translator and was trippin' too hard on the sound of his language to get anything out of his message. There were many fans of Franti (I'm not one, and I've been on stage with the man - I miss Disposable Heroes) so I worked and let others enjoy. The dancehall that night was David Rodigan, and he was awesome. He did a night of classics. It was very enjoyable. SNWMF is often about the dancehall for me, and this year was no exception.
Saturday, I spent most of the day mopping up some staff conflicts. Such is the burden of my role as reluctant supervisor. I caught the opening of Sister Carol, who was off key, as always. Wound up dancing/bumper car-ing some IPR chick for Panjea, which had Michael Kang, but again, failed to move me much. Buju was good. I followed some hot dancehall diva to the front of stage to find someone who passed out. I knew the patient was gone - the main act was just about to take the main stage, so there's no way the patient would still be there. Nevertheless, no one can cut through a crowd like a dancehall diva, and thhis one was particularly striking and long-legged, so I rode her coattails to front of stage, just for the sport of it. Buju was good. Then Stone Love took over the dancehall. I love Stone Love. Didn't make it to the end tho. They wore me out. Besides I had to drive the next day....
Sunday, I caught Prezident Brown's whole set as the last thing I did before leaving. I'm a big fan. It was a decent set, but not extraordinary.
So back to the show, it was ok. There was no one on the line up calling me, so I wasn't expecting much.
Friday, I didn't catch much music really. Rootz Underground sounded ok (the village stage is right next to JAH med). Heard Namka Rinpoche speak through a translator and was trippin' too hard on the sound of his language to get anything out of his message. There were many fans of Franti (I'm not one, and I've been on stage with the man - I miss Disposable Heroes) so I worked and let others enjoy. The dancehall that night was David Rodigan, and he was awesome. He did a night of classics. It was very enjoyable. SNWMF is often about the dancehall for me, and this year was no exception.
Saturday, I spent most of the day mopping up some staff conflicts. Such is the burden of my role as reluctant supervisor. I caught the opening of Sister Carol, who was off key, as always. Wound up dancing/bumper car-ing some IPR chick for Panjea, which had Michael Kang, but again, failed to move me much. Buju was good. I followed some hot dancehall diva to the front of stage to find someone who passed out. I knew the patient was gone - the main act was just about to take the main stage, so there's no way the patient would still be there. Nevertheless, no one can cut through a crowd like a dancehall diva, and thhis one was particularly striking and long-legged, so I rode her coattails to front of stage, just for the sport of it. Buju was good. Then Stone Love took over the dancehall. I love Stone Love. Didn't make it to the end tho. They wore me out. Besides I had to drive the next day....
Sunday, I caught Prezident Brown's whole set as the last thing I did before leaving. I'm a big fan. It was a decent set, but not extraordinary.
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