Kaaboo 9/16/17

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Kaaboo Day 2

To avoid sleeping in the car, booking an overly expensive hotel room or paying for a surge-pricing Uber we opted for a charter bus option that Kaaboo organizers set up for this year. The pickup/dropoff location was just down the road from our place, there were multiple time options and as a bonus we could drink on the way.

We awoke to a surprise text from our friend Dave who recently moved back to San Diego and informed us that not only was he going to go to Kaaboo with us today, but he was actually outside our place. Time to put some pants on. Our missing friends from the previous day Jane and Calvin planned on having people over at their pool for a little pre-party since they live just a short walk away from the Del Mar Fairgrounds. After we were unable to convince our bus driver that did not speak a lick of English to drop us off at their place we made the hike only to find Jane getting over a sickness and Calvin looking a little pale. They powered through and soon Larry, Christina, Bob and Bob’s brother-in-law showed up. By this time our friend Dave had downed a fifth of vodka and had stripped down to his underwear to get into the pool. He met his match in the form of Bob’s brother-in-law (who I had never met before) who was on the exact same level. On the walk over to the fairgrounds Bob’s brother-in-law decided to urinate on a sign at the busiest intersection of the entire area, which also happened to be approximately four feet from a woman who was throwing up. This was at about three in the afternoon so we were off to a great start.

Garbage was the first band of the day that I cared to see. It was at this stage we met up with Kyle and Sierra to enjoy a performance that was as fiery as Shirley Manson’s short red hair. It had been quite some time since I had seen them but they quickly reminded me of why I like them.

Jane’s Addiction was next up and they appeased my desire to hear “Mountain Song” and “Stop!” Always an enjoyable band to watch. Perry Farrell is a nut and each individual musician is borderline virtuoso.

The artist that I really wanted to see outside of my usual wheelhouse was Ice Cube. I love his fuck-you attitude and the guy is a legend. “It Was A Good Day” was the first rap song I can actually remember liking. “Fuck Da Police” and “Check Yo Self” were awesome. Ice Cube lived up my lofty expectations but unfortunately my good day ended without seeing him perform “It Was A Good Day” because I did not want to miss a note of Muse, who was set to start the moment Ice Cube’s time was over and it was a good 10 minute walk to get to the opposing stage.

Muse was incredible. The opening sequence of the new song “Dig Down” from the yet unreleased new album followed by “Pyscho” and “Hysteria” had me beside myself. The production of this show was not nearly what it was the first time I saw them but to be fair this was a festival setting versus their own show. Regardless they knocked my drunk socks clean off. I especially liked when they laced in Rage Against the Machine’s “Freedom” right before they played the ending of “Reapers” because I always thought the two songs shared a common thread. It was almost as if to say, “yeah we know it sounds like that song, but we’re trying to pay homage, not totally rip it off.” This also makes complete sense because Matt Bellamy shreds on guitar right up there with the likes of Tom Morello.

Thankfully the return bus we needed to board was directly behind the stage where Muse played. Once we got home our neighbor across the hall that we had only met once came out of nowhere at 1 am with a six pack of beer wanting to party. It was weird but I let her in and left her with our extremely dunzo friend Dave while I went to the bedroom to get an equally dunzo Ingrid. The neighbor quickly realized what kind of shitshow she walked in on and promptly excused herself. Good times.

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Street Scene 7/29/05

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For reasons unknown to the author, Street Scene was moved from the actual streets of downtown San Diego to the parking lot of Qualcomm Stadium in Mission Valley for 2005. I do not remember why I ended up going by myself but I remember that I did. While there were a handful of bands there that I liked, I was really there for the White Stripes, who I had never seen. There were 3 different stages set up on the west side of the parking lot with only a slight overlap in set times, so you pretty much had to choose 1 of 3 bands to watch at any given time. The first band I checked out was Kasabian after a recommendation from my friend Ben. They were alright but did not do much for me. The next band up that I wanted to watch was Garbage, who had just released the album Bleed Like Me in April. I had only seen them one other time about 3 years prior and they had not lost a beat. Shirley Manson commanded the stage and the band was tight. I was able to watch the entire set before I headed back over to the stage farthest from where I was to see the Black Eyed Peas, but not before stopping to watch a little of Social Distortion’s set on the way. Apparently 311 and Snoop Dog were at this Street Scene but they must have been playing at the same time as someone else because I did not see them at all. So back to the Black Eyed Peas…they had just released the album Monkey Business back in May, their second album with Fergie. I’m not sure how I ended up with this album but I did and it was a good album to listen to when I had girls over (instead of blasting them with heavy metal). I wanted to check them out because I actually liked them but I also wanted to already be at the stage the White Stripes would be performing at so I would have a good spot without having to fight for it. So I made my way over to the stage where the Black Eyed Peas should have already been playing but nobody was on stage so we waited…and waited…and waited some more. I believe they ended up coming onstage about 45 minutes late. Rumor has it that Fergie was so drunk that they could not get her onstage. Her pissing her pants onstage did not help her dispel this rumor. Seriously, she pissed her pants onstage and I was there to see it! By this point all I wanted to do was smoke the joint I brought with me and see the White Stripes but the delay pushed their set back as well.

After what seemed like an eternity Jack and Meg White finally took the stage and I was able to fire up my doobie. They were touring for their new album Get Behind Me Satan that was released the previous month. I first heard the White Stripes when I lived in Portland through a couple of friends right before “Seven Nation Army” got super popular. They were worth the wait. Looking back at this show I am still astonished at how much music was coming from just 2 people. Jack White was bouncing from guitar to keyboards to marimbas and back again. He is one of the best guitar players I have ever seen. Just strangled the guitar. Meg was not the most fancy drummer I have ever seen but her playing provided the solid backbeat that the music needed. One of my favorite moments was when they played a cover of Dolly Parton’s “Jolene.” It was so beautiful it gave me goose bumps. Another favorite was “Ball And Biscuit.” Simply amazing.

AMAZING footage of “Jolene” from a different show

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Garbage 5/25/02

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I first heard Garbage through Rose. She liked them so I heard the first two albums via musical osmosis. Lucinda ended up also liking them and purchased the third installment from Garbage entitled Beautiful Garbage when it came out in late September of the prior year. They have never been a band that I have been just absolutely obsessed with. It is one of the few bands in rock that I actually like with a woman singer. I’m not opposed to women in rock. It’s just a fairly rare occurrence for me to find a rock band I like fronted by a woman, though it could be argued that Garbage blurs lines between rock and other experimentations. The ensuing tour came through Portland at the Roseland. It turned out to be a great show (from what I remember of it). I was a baked potato. Me and Lucinda smoked a lot of pot in those days. We also watched a ton of movies, and listened to music frequently. It was just a way to tune out the world for a period of time.

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