meth fest

a mardi gras tent fest complete with meth and clusterfucked set up. they built the stage and tent in the street starting at noon and ending somewhere after doors with nair a sound made from stage. we spent most of that time jockeying for parking space and waiting for the load in go ahead, which came 4 hours late and 20 minutes before the set. the situation turned into a guerilla style throw-n-go free for fall headed by the talented jay thomas. no matter how small the window, he can fit through it. the show was a short 45 minutes or so as the band's set was squeezed from a full hour. not great but it happened. tonic closed the street show, while i shad a few early college days memories for the hits. there are many great reasons to come to california, modesto lands low on the list of "must sees". as the night grew on, so did the tempers, and cops piled in to arrest a slew of fighty festies. trash comes in many forms. it's at this point you look out of the front window of the bus staring at the growing line of guys n cuffs on the curb while the fest dj spins hip hop beats and mounds of useless scratching over the top of johnny cougar's jack and diane you realize your time here has expired. first off, that sounds like shit and i have a hard time finding the art or talent in matching tempos betwixed two songs and obnoxiously playing them on top of each other. that's about as talentless as me at age 10 thinking i was a badass dj cause i could stop and start my dual cassette player to make a beat. even i had to look at myself after 20 minutes and say "that sucks", move on, and just let the cassettes play as the real creators intended. secondly, if you get into a fight in any situation while that song is playing, then you are probably being a douchebag unless it's with the dj. overall, another show and appreciated experience. now let's get back to the regular program.