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Friday. Something To Do. 2 hour set.
Mike and Mickey, Al and Merle all joined us, and S2D sold some merch; we drank many Leinie Creamy Darks, and the Dancing King showed up and my mind was put at ease. I had been concerned at not seeing him with his special personal style of Sweaty White Guy Dancing:
S2D really should be much better known. I guess ska music isn’t fashionable or something.
Wandering the fest Grounds, we parked for a while at the Pavilion and listened to Local blues-masters Steve Cohen (Leroy Airmaster) and Greg Koch (not one of the Evil ones) shred a little bit. Even though the blues isn’t Wife Sublime’s thing typically, we stayed because these guys are so good and the place is so pleasant.
True story. Back in the oldish days, when I was living with a troublesome (and troubled) roommate in a basement apartment under threat of eviction, I often would get out of the ill-fated dwelling unit by walking down to the Murray Tap for the Tuesday Blues jam with Leroy Airmaster squirreled onto a small stage mounted on top of the bar. Times were harder than they are now, and a largish dose of local blues musicians just worked.
Part of what made it pleasant, was that we FINALLY located a beertender at Water Street Brewery who knew that filling it past that horrible horrible black FILL LINE is what earns them a tip:
Eventually, Zelmo showed (three days in a row! STUNNING!) and we waited to see if Mike D was able to figure out text on his phone. Alas, no, apparently, and Z had to leave to see if Mike could be located.
We got some unhealthy food, and ended the night at the Walkmen:
I wasn’t sure whether Wife Sublime would care for them or not, but after we found a spot where the vocals and higher registers weren’t muddled, it was OK. We didn’t stick for any headliners, because the following day promised to be pretty severe (yes it is foreshadowing).