Radio Radio Radio Radio Radio Radio....

I finished with my articles for this week's T-S just before midnight and decided to run up the street to Humboldt Brews for a few minutes. Hot Buttered Rum played tonight and they were one of the bands that I wrote about for last week's paper. Super nice guys and they're touring in a converted bio-diesel tour bus. Greeeeeen.

Anyway, two things struck me about the experience. 1) Passion Presents, the promotion company who put on tonight's HBR show, as well as last Thursday's JJ Grey/Mofro show (and so many others) freaking rocks. It's a Tuesday night and HumBrews is abuzz (I might have made up that word) with dancing, stoked people. Admittedly, Passion often brings through genres of music that I'm not usually into. Bluegrass, I like (whoo! Never thought I would have said that, four years ago!)... funk, I like... anything with the word/prefix "jam" tacked onto the beginning of it just starts getting to me. Jamgrass, jamrock (oh, Damien Marley, how I despise you), jam-almost-anything just makes me cringe. I've come to the conclusion that while I appreciate technical prowess, I like songs to have a beginning. And an end. And generally not 20 minutes of noodling between point A and point B. But I digress.

2) Hippies... everywhere. Hemp pants, white-guy dreds, spinny-guy who continuously oscillated up and down the walkway with no regard for the people (and pints of beer) around him. Don't get me wrong... I'm a fan of sustainable agriculture, such as hemp production... and dreds I can deal with if they're kept clean (Matt from Passion Presents has uber-long dreds and they're pretty sweet, actually).... but spinny-guy, I can only blame on the amount of/number of drugs he had to have in his system. I don't know what the drug(s) of choice are these days. Besides weed, which I barely even count as a drug, I'm not sure which hallucinogenics are commonly imbibed, but that gets me to my conclusion...

I have not done enough drugs in my life to properly deal with jam bands/huge numbers of hippies/Reggae on the River and still have a good time.

But that aside, props to Passion Presents. Those guys know how to throw a damned party and promote the hell out of it.

END disjointed stream of consciousness

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