thus far this summer has been epic:
sidewalk mojito parties
lysergic meteor showers
nudie rock naked tai chi demonstrations (unwanted, unwelcomed, and unclothed)
shooting mortars over unsuspecting crowds of ravers (i'll take the heat for that one "you know who you are")
as if i even deserved more i've got two more weekends of nearly unbelievable fun coming my way. next friday is the sharon jones and the dap kings show at the oregon zoo and it looks as though i'll have my beautiful best friend autumn in tow (the girl loves to boogie, we're a match made in heaven). my excitement mounts day by day. there are plenty of musicians that i love and that i would go out of my way to see live - but few who i feel so certain can deliver the kind of performance that will have me screaming like a tea kettle. i sure as hell hope i get my ass shook. that's right: i want that show to be so good the bass line does all my ass shaking for me. it ought to be like those old fashioned excercize machines with the band around your waist that was supposed to jiggle your muffin top off.
i've been all but addicted to live music this summer. i got to see bill kreutzmann play on saturday of the country fair in a little tented area (at least i think it was a tent, it felt more like a spaceship at the time). it was pretty splendiforous. i was surrounded by my closest friends and loved ones, the sound was crystal clear, and there was a meteor shower overhead - a natural laser light show without the uncomfortable seats, neck kink and noxious cologne of shwag weed.
i danced myself to sleep that night. thanks bill, that was killer.
bill kreutzmann, fort point, san francisco, 1965
the weekend after sharon jones and the dap kings is a private music festival my family puts on called black sheep family reunion. fenario's got a geodesic dome that we set up to showcase the best of our visionary art collection. i'm stoked to have the opportunity to meet people, talk about art, and network in a new setting. black sheep's also known for its impressive musical line-ups and the fact that traditionally the headlining band of the night plays until dawn. me and my friend karl wonder-twin activate into the form of a dancing machine. at the moment it looks like i'm going to take one for the team and miss the first night of the festival to stay in eugene and keep the galley open for first friday. we don't have a new show, but it would be good to be open and hopefully get more foot traffic in to see sarah ciampa's show, which is hanging through the end of august. that leaves me just enough time to wake up, clean myself and get on the road in time to see my friends the bridge play all the way through saturday night.
i've had the distinct pleasure of seeing them play a similar set last year, and i remember feeling like my legs were pulled taffy by the end of the set. the bridge is exactly the kind of band who knows how to feed my insatiable hunger for saucy, soulful, dance-able music that just doesn't quit. the kind of music that just puts a smile on your face despite yourself. my bossman, brent, has been friends with several of the band members since wee-hood so they're fenario family. they recently got signed to hyena records and are pretty much at the starting gate of what promises to be a wild ride. if anyone deserves success in spades its these guys.
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