With the rush of last night’s spectacle still in our blood, we set out for the Brundage Jam, stopping en route for Subway naturally. With Patrick the Poet and Amanda the Panda in tow we arrived to the sight of a huge stage and killer lighting and sound equipment. There were vendors set up all along the back perimeter of the terraced amphitheater. The weather was perfect. Our friends R. Dub from the City of Salt were up before us and played great. The Crosby’s brought up their new van-RV with two giant sandwiches, the lone Crosby sister Jennifer, and Jeff’s brother Mike from Seattle in it. The turnout was modest but those who came danced hard; definitely locals throwing down in the hills. The show was hot like garbage with a killer light show, but ended on a bit of a sour (read: cock-blocked) note when the production company pulled the plug as the boys were going into an encore. Scheduling, scheduling, blah, scheduling…. Afterward we set up some tents by an angry pitbull (reminiscent of the time I set up a tent under a coconut tree in Costa Rica), watched some drunk people by a fire, crammed eight people into a two person tent for a session, and then dispersed like bats to nest for the night.

Quote of the Day: "Hey, I know you!, no wait I don’t……Wait, yes I do! What? I really don’t know you?  Oh. Damn."

by Jesse Shell

Tags: Brundage Jam, Nesting Bats, Patrick the Poet

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