Jazz Fest '05 Day 3 - The Size of a Dutchman's Pants

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."

what?

did robin ever say to batman: bro, you're on your own for this one...

did bert ever say to ernie: not today, compadre, i'm sleepin' in...

did tonto ever say to the lone ranger: kemo sabe, go on without me...

but alas, jah was up and ready to roll before i spun any deeper into this existential quandry.

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.

until suddenly, on the horizon, we noticed a small break in the clouds.

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!

and in the center of it all... the infamous mookie dulles, who is off to sweden this summer to tie the knot and give up the mantle. we charged with our boy as a tribute to the havoc that he wreaked as a single man.

excellent throwin' down with a bunch of his college mates...

and the music. yes, the music. back-to-back-to-back treats.

johnny sketch and the dirty notes...

galactic...

and finally, the dave matthews band...

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