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06/12/2005 Entry: "Lacoma continues"

The Lacoma gig was good.

The festival will be going on through Sunday, but I've had my fill. I don't care for camping when it's so cold outside.

DDC had an okay set.

I hadn't planned on starting off the set with Circle Be Unbroken this time because it was out of doors. But during the soundcheck I noticed how crowded the stage was and therefore difficult for Ron and I to switch places, so we decided to drop Plug Away, where Ron plays accordion and I drum. So Circle was back in.

I broke a string right in the middle of Sunday Sarah. Fortunately, and most unusuall, it was the high E string. See, I usually bust an A or D or G string--the ones in the middle. It's hard to get the grips right when you're missing a string in the middle of the neck. B strings almost never break, although they are the ones that most often go out of tune. You can easily dispense with the high E as a rhythm guitarist, unless you like to throw in that sus 4 on your D. Which is exactly the case with Sunday Sarah. So it was Sunday Sarah sans sus 4.

Ron played his ass off. In addition to being the last-minute taxi driver and just being a real prince, he's turning out to be a kickass drummer with telepathic abilities.

Face About Face was the second band, and they rocked out like it was nobody's psychedelic progrock business. Ron and I both agreed that their Bassistin, with her fair, bespectacled, symetrically androgynous good looks was a hot chick. We tried to get her to throw in her lot with DDC but to no avail.

The third band was also great but I won't tell you who it was because the keyboardist wouldn't stop doodling around on his damn keyboard during the first coupla songs in our set. Ron was especially annoyed, which was a good sign seeing as I'm usually the one who gets pissed off first. What a dick. The keyboardist, I mean.

The headliners rocked out too. Eichenschild are they. And they rock with metal and pipes and dudelsacks and drums. Any questions?

All throughout Lacoma Village were tents and bonfires and doggies and the smell of weed. And a coupla sheep. They baaad away the whole night. Why do sheep baa? Perhaps just to hear their own voices?
Ron and I didn't stay; we traveled home that selfsame night and had many interesting conversations on the way.