having a strong wingman for jazz fest set-up is KEY.
and so i was flummoxed when i charged jah rasta's room saturday morning only to have him peer up from his pillow and rasp: "just go ahead without me."
did robin ever say to batman: bro, you're on your own for this one...
and a good thing too 'cause it was raining. hard. monsoon-style.
agent kevlar and the artiste joined us at the fairground gates. and we braved the elements.
the gates finally opened and we scored our spot.
but the rain kept coming.
and as the saying goes: if you can see a patch of blue sky the size of a dutchman's pants, it's going to clear.
and it did... game on!
johnny sketch and the dirty notes...
we had to scoot before the sunday shows, and so there you have it. beer, wine, tequilla... this jazz fest had it all!
good for the soul, my friends.
yes, good for the soul...
Posted by bojon at May 5, 2005 12:21 AM