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Monday, June 18, 2007

Weekend Recap: My face melted a few times

posted 9:33 AM by the joker

Definitely action packed.

Friday night I saw Toubab Crewe at Quixotes and Particle at Cervantes. These 2 venues in Denver have the same owner, and are very jam-band friendly. I rode my bike down there with a few friends and saw both bands.

I enjoyed Toubab Crewe. I had never seen them before, but had always heard good things. They incorporate African instruments to their instrumental grooves. I found them enjoyable, some people REALLY loved them.

Particle has not been the same for me since about ’04. I think the last amazing Particle show I saw was at High Sierra ’04. They replaced their guitar player and now the new guitar player sings. I am more a fan of their older material- the stuff that has Steve Molitz turning knobs and melting faces. UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ. Still, this was a pretty good show. I danced a bit and wandered around the venue when the guitar player sang. At times it almost reminded me of an old Galactic show when I would dance my ass off and then take a piss break whenever The Houseman came out. This was the same- piss break when the Particle guitar player sings.

Saturday morning I woke up early. Even though I was out till nearly 3am the night before, I was up at 7:30am on a Saturday. The new house gets light through the windows and I suppose my body is on a 8-5 work schedule. But I had to be up early anyway because the Comcast Cable guy was scheduled to come over and install TV and Internet from 8-10am.

Comcast. Does anything ever go right with the Cable Guy?

The guy they sent out was nice enough. But he took a while to get started. It was 11am and he was getting close to being about halfway done.

Then he spilled a paint can in the utility room.

He played dumb, like there was suddenly paint that appeared on the floor and he had nothing to do with it. I got understandably upset and told him to clean it up.

Of course, like any good slacker would do, he acted like he didn’t know how to clean it up. So I had to clean up a ½ gallon of dark green paint spilled on the floor while he finished getting my internet hooked up. My complaint to Comcast is pending.

Saturday afternoon I rode my bike over to the Highlands Street Festival. I love street festivals. I sampled the beer and funnel cakes and margaritas. I was wasted by about 6pm when we decided it would be a good idea to get out of there. My friends J & J suggested we go to a friend’s house where the UFC fight was happening.

Throw the bikes in the back of the pickup, go see a UFC fight. I am not a huge UFC fan, but I seem to be guilty by association. By about 10pm J suggested we ride our bikes home; both of us were going down hill pretty fast and thought we had done enough partying for the day. The bike ride home was adventurous for me- There is nothing like riding a bike through the cool Colorado air with a stomach full of margaritas. I got home safely and woke up Sunday morning still wearing my clothes on my couch.

Sunday morning I spent most of my time setting up my newly assembled entertainment center. I was able to hook up my TV to my computer and watch the Bonnaroo webcast though the TV and stereo system.

My face was pretty much melted by Wilco>The White Stripes>Widespread Panic. Holy Shit.

Wilco did a GREAT set. The band sounded great and I dug the new songs off of Sky Blue Sky. I hope I get to see them this summer. Nels Cline is one of the best guitarists that no one ever talks about.

Jack White rocked out next. He played the raw rockin White Stripes catalog in an all red stage setup and wore red head to toe. What a rockstar.

Widespread Panic’s set was massive. Here is the setlist:

Disco > Traveling Light, Machine > Barstools and Dreamers, Smoking Factory > Surprise Valley > Protein Drink > Sewing Machine, Im Not Alone, From The Cradle > Chilly > Visiting Day > Chilly, Tickle the Truth, Fairies Wear Boots > Jam > Wrangler > Drums > Don't Want to Lose You > Henry Parsons Died, Driving Song, Postcard > Driving > Jack > Chainsaw City > Fishwater
E: Crippled Inside, Heaven, Action Man
[First 'Fairies Wear Boots' (Led Zeppelin); First 'Crippled Inside' (John Lennon)

Jimmy Herring is my hero. The man looks like he a 60 year old Santa Claus up there, but he SHREDDS. Schools must of eaten an extra large pizza topped with indie rock posers cause he laid it down thick. John Bell sounded great too. What a monster set! I was dancing and throwing water during Chilly in my living room; I can only imagine how people were raging at the ‘Roo. I called my Vegoose buddies Aaron and Lissa who were at the show- I caught them as they were exiting the field and they were PUMPED. I am now looking forward to the Red Rocks shows- I am going to Sonic Bloom on Thurs and Fri nights, then hopefully will be able to make it to Red Rocks on Saturday and maybe Sunday.

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