across the street
i always loved shows at kilgore's when i lived on daniels, because the show was across the street, about a block away. if i remember correctly, this was when i first heard the news that steve frye was leaving the band. a friend of my roommate brought his equiptment and got a patch into the board, which i still have my maxells of this show around here somewhere. a friend converted them onto disc a few years ago.
this is a very solid show all round. johns cover of city of new orleans is nicely done, followed by a nice, bouncy backwoods. and then my personal favorite version of walk real slow.....slow! the first set closes out with a climatic arctic song. a few of us went back to my house to enjoy a smoke, and returned for the second set.
dave got things going with loner, followed by my all time favorite....chicago! steve frye gave a very nice version of the bluesy old john henry, followed by a beautiful mississppi steamboat with daves nice work on the black and whites. the set closed out with an upbeat carousel. the encore got the drunken crowd involved with somewhere down the line.....very good show!
nice to see the guys again and hang out with them for a bit. funny thing about this show was the girl that kept bugging dave to braid his hair.....while he was playing!!! the way the stage set up was there, his back was right next to the crowd. you can even hear it on the tapes! truely a funny moment!
dubbabudda
i believe this was the first time i was introduced to dubbabudda! what a fantastic night!!!
great festival
this was a really fun festival. i remember hypnotic clambake played and maury showed up in boots up to his knees because he was freaked out by ticks! willin also played and a buddy of mine puddled me. when willin played whippin' post, i thought i was going to lose it!
who is this ekoostik hookah?
Never heard or seen hookah. I was bored and decided to go to a show with my friends. That show changed my life forever
It's over in Dover and Dover...
SO THEY SAY!!!!!! Awesome!!! RAY"S MOUNTAIN TOP, NEVER STOOOOOP RAYYYY'S.... There's gonna be a better Day.
my friend sings with the band
this, i believe was one of the last hookahvilles i've been too. i recall getting to meet merl and talk to him for a couple minutes. one of my best friends in the world got to sing with the band on so they say. she would later have the opportunity to sing with them on a regular basis and join dave in his solo band. what a fun night!
opener ???
Does anyone know if Leftover Salmon opened this show ? I have an old cassette labled with this date. It is not listed on their setlist site. Vince is babbling about looks like hookaville.Contact me at spcwrg24@fuse.net
Yes Yes
This is the Show that Leftover opened up. This was the first time I had ever seen Leftover. I WAS BLOWN AWAY! Amazing LOS show. EH came out with a first set that matched LOS energy, super fast super up beat. Then... The second set .. OMG its not to often I get put in my place by Hookah but this show was rediculus. To this day I still see Red lights and Super zone out sounds. The Vipers Drag had to have been 25+ min long. That was just the begining. By the end of the night I had tossed my sandels in the River and was playing in a puddle under the stands. Crazzy. I think they were tryin to show LOS fun is fun but HOOKAH is HOOKAHHHH!!!!!;)
opener ???
Does anyone know if Leftover Salmon opened this show ? I have an old cassette labled with this date. It is not listed on their setlist site. Vince is babbling about looks like hookaville.Contact me at spcwrg24@fuse.net
Yes Yes
This is the Show that Leftover opened up. This was the first time I had ever seen Leftover. I WAS BLOWN AWAY! Amazing LOS show. EH came out with a first set that matched LOS energy, super fast super up beat. Then... The second set .. OMG its not to often I get put in my place by Hookah but this show was rediculus. To this day I still see Red lights and Super zone out sounds. The Vipers Drag had to have been 25+ min long. That was just the begining. By the end of the night I had tossed my sandels in the River and was playing in a puddle under the stands. Crazzy. I think they were tryin to show LOS fun is fun but HOOKAH is HOOKAHHHH!!!!!;)
wrong show
this was the weekend of my 21st b-day. The way I remember it was the band was in Coolville OHIO for Hempstock. Did I IMAGINE THE WHOLE THING.
wrong show
this was the weekend of my 21st b-day. The way I remember it was the band was in Coolville OHIO for Hempstock. Did I IMAGINE THE WHOLE THING.
SSSSIIIISSSSTTTERRR SSSSUUGGGAAARR
WOW, Remember this one too. Got there on sunday with my folks from OU. Only about 80 cars still there.?. Someone told me that they had arested about 35 people for breathing to heavy at a festival. I guess the law was tryin to make a point. I was happy when they played 35 it was fitting. There was hardly and rec. drugs, good thing we were coming from Athens County. I end up giving a couple groups of kids my stash i had just re-uped. It felt good to get these people in the right mood for a show since they came from so far away. Penn. and W.V. Well anyway set up my friend gear he was so kind to let me use. The Valley was just a bunch of fog. you couldnt see more than 20 feet in front of you. Dave was getting zapped from his piano, so they covered it up after only a couple of songs. But the highlight of that night was the sister Sugar that had to have been 20min. the vocal breakdown in that song was so spooky that a one point all you could here was Hissing and screeming and creepy ass noises. The kid in front of me began to wig out (HARD) he finaly took off running away from the area we were standing. And i mean standing no dancing just people looking at each other confused and scared. The friends I brought had gone to a few Hookahville's but were not ready for this. They told me later they just wanted to get away from the noise. I made it so much crazier because you couldn't even see the stage. This was a show to remember. Thanks Boys for the chills. TSSSS TTSSSSSS TTTSSSS
Anyone know where this show is???
I used to stream this show on House of Blues radio (when it was still available). It is now long-gone, and I've been jonesing for this show for years now. It doesn't seem to be on anyone's list anywhere. I know it's out there somewhere (maybe HOB has the rights?)!
My first time hearing Under Full Sail and I fell in love with it...
Anyone know where this show is???
I used to stream this show on House of Blues radio (when it was still available). It is now long-gone, and I've been jonesing for this show for years now. It doesn't seem to be on anyone's list anywhere. I know it's out there somewhere (maybe HOB has the rights?)!
My first time hearing Under Full Sail and I fell in love with it...
KooKie HooKie
Very observent China. I think I meet you that day. But I just wanted to add there were a few people that you could tell was not used to the No Hassels or bad aditudes vibe that a EH show brings. But in all I had fun. Thank to what ever group that was that put on the rare UT EH GIG. Woooo Hooo
flatlands
remember ed being pissed off from the stage when ther was a fight, sayig something like 'we are gunna stop this show if fuckin security dont get down here and take care of this' - not exact but remember him saying 'fuck' - was kinda a buzzkill! -love ed tho and still a fan of his- but still a EH fan first!
Backdoor ticket
i believe this was a sold out show once i got there and about cried at being denied at the door as i had just recently fallen in love with the band. my friend and i walked around a bit and noticed the side door was propped open and was unguarded. we popped in and took position in the corner. soon after the guy watching the door was back on post, (piss break?) and i got too enjoy the solo sets, furthering my addiction....
Jamaica
Time for my review and to jot down my thoughts and memories, as for them not to escape my mind on the wonderful time we had on the island. So I guess I'll start from Tuesday PM before heading to Cleveland Hopkins International. I headed to Doug and Julie's house and left my truck in their driveway and hopped a ride with them to head to Kent to pick up Danni. Shortly thereafter we headed to Cleveland and the four of us got a room at the Fairfield Inn. I think that was the way to go. We paid $65 for the room that night and it allowed us to leave the car there for the week for free. We got there around 11 PM and ordered a pizza. With my nightly schedule, it didn't allow much time for sleep, between that and the anticipation of the following day. I think I took a nap from 2:30 AM to 3:30 AM and then stared at the ceiling until 5:15 AM when we were to get up to be at the airport by 6 AM. I bought a new CD player with an alarm that allows you to wake up to a specific song on the CD, which for us was from The Shantee on 3/29/02 - The Happy Song. I was up and dancing like a fool before the sun came up. Excited and ready to go, we showered and took the 6:20 AM shuttle to the airport and waited in the line for about 2 hours. From that point in my day until we hit Negril it turned so sour that I just wanted to turn around and go home. We had to go through the X-Ray terminal and I brought my spare DAT deck just in case. That seemed to set everything off everywhere, causing me much hassle. After going through the metal detector, they pulled me off to the side and searched me and my possessions. No big deal, as I was expecting it. They made me take off my shoes and wanded me and went through my backpack pretty thoroughly. Oh well. Off to stand in line for a drink before boarding the plane (drinking at 8 AM?). The line never seemed to move so we skipped it and stood in line to board the plane. The band got on first and I think I was the first person next in line to get on when they came to me again and said, "random search, please step over here." About this time I started to get mildly irate. They had just done this to me 15 minutes earlier and I was getting tired as it was starting to become a hassle. Again, off with the shoes and through my backpack again. I got short with the guy, kicked my shoes off and dealt with it. Finally, on to the plane for what ended up being one of the best turbulence-free flights ever. Three and a half hours later we were in Mo-Bay getting off the plane, filling out immigration forms, claiming our luggage and trying to get to the bus to Negril. Standing in line I met up with Dan The Soundman Mesnard. He informed me that my DAT deck that I put in his rack to record the shows was denied by management and was left in Cleveland locked in the truck. Nice time to tell me that, after we've landed in Jamaica. I was pissed to say the least. Something about not being able to add it to the inventory list. Whatever. I felt the least that could be done when trying to do something constructive in helping the band remember their trip would be to, at the very least, inform me that they were going to do such a thing. He said he e-mailed me, which after going through my spam account, found out he sent it to dubba@dubba.com instead of dub@dubba.com. Thank goodness I'm not dumb enough to come totally unprepared for the situation. I thought something like this might happen and brought my portable just in case. It was just a pain in the ass lugging it around everywhere and always being searched. Anyway, we exchanged a few hundred US dollars for the 46.5 : 1 JA and got on our way. We paid our dollar to the baggage man and got on the bus to Negril. The trip seemed shorter this time around and the midway break was well needed, as this time when they initially loaded us up on Red Stripes, they were beyond already warm. My stomach was a bit queasy so a Ting was right on the money. The sugar laden grapefruit refreshment hit the spot and in another 45 minutes we were in Negril at Fun Holiday. Unfortunately they wouldn't let us get to our stored baggage from the bus until we went through the orientation. So we stood there sweating in long pants and all of our carry-ons for the next half an hour while we listened to these goofballs babble. Finally, our room key (which they only had one of) and our room. I'm going to comment on this and that will be the last bit of pessimism that comes from this week in review. The hotel was IN NO WAY worth our money. The hotel wasn't even close to being finished. There was still rebar protruding from the roof and lack of door handles. There was no way to control the AC, except to get the management to turn it up, turn it down, turn it up, turn it down. It was controlled by remote control and there was only one control for the whole hotel. It was either hot and sticky or freezing so cold you had to be under all the covers of the bed to stay comfortable. Lucky we were only in there to sleep. The gravel right outside our steps made coming from the beach a bear but finally being in comfortable clothes and our toes in the sand made it so much worth it. Off to the bar for quite a few dirty bananas, good food and a lot of friends. We met George, the local handyman who told us if we ever needed anything that we could come to him. He would be there all week. So we did. All I asked was that when I wanted something, that I didn't want to be yanked around and I wanted what I asked for, which was the real deal. He totally came through and realized what I was about and we were on common grounds as far as understanding each other. So we got in the water for a few and watched the sun set as we continued to drink while listening to the local reggae band. The one hour of sleep eventually caught up with us so we headed to bed around 1 AM.
It's now Thursday morning and I awoke pretty early, 8 AM or so, and decided to hop to the beach for a few hours of sun and fun and a bit of the ocean. It wasn't soon after that it was time for a few foo-foo drinks. Those dirty bananas sure do go down quickly in the hot sun. I failed to remember one thing though, no matter how much suntan lotion I put on, the first time in the year that I'm in the sun, I burn. This was no exception. After putting on lotion twice and drinking heavily in the sun while Danni and almost all of our Fun Holiday posse decided to venture into the world of snorkeling, I grew extremely tired and worn out. The only remedy to that concoction is sleep, and that I did. All the way through dinner. I was mad at myself when I woke up around 10:30 PM because one of the few things I truly love to do while I'm there is visit with Lloydie and Paula at 3 Dives. Well, I slept right through that and was bummed to miss dinner. Danni was kind enough to accompany me during my dinner on the Fun Holiday beach. Their curried conch was to die for, along with the lobster fritters. That's mostly what we ate when eating at our resort. We were trying new places when we could, but this was quick and cheap. We hung out outside of our hotel for a bit and then made it an early night. Being burnt sucks the life right out of you. I swore to myself that I was searching for aloe in the morning. Thanks to Hope for the Solarcaine. It did wonders on the heat emitting from under my skin.
So it's finally the first of the three show nights and the anticipation is starting to stir in everyone from the waking point through the countdown of the day. We started off the day off right with breakfast at Selina's. Danni and I both had the "band special" which consisted of a cheese and calaloo omelet and a banana pancake. The orange juice is the most naturally sweetened on the planet. Thumbs up there, between that and the Jamaican blue mountain coffee I was in ecstasy. I almost forgot what it tasted like. It had been since 99 since I had a cup. We ordered 15 freshly roasted pounds for Tuesday to take back with us. Just for note, Selina used to run the Blue Mountain Coffee Shop and something went awry with the owner and she moved slightly south down the road and opened her own place with Big Roy and Zoe, their daughter. They appear to be doing well for themselves. After brunch we headed to the beach for some sand, sun and water. Being burnt wasn't fun for the first half the week I was there, but I dealt with it. I used lotion more than I should have and tried to keep what was burned covered. It was time for a shower and a stroll down the beach and then for some food. You know how it can be in Jamaica, you eat lunch and shortly after go to dinner. That way you can still fit in two meals a day. While Selina is pretty good on the time between ordering and receiving your food, you never know what dinner may hold. Irv, Liz Danni and I headed toward Mariner's Negril Beach Club not knowing where else we were stopping along the way. I few brief pit stops to liquefy our innards and relax our minds. Liz had a few things she needed to do and I wanted to find specific show times and what kind of patch things I needed. That was quite a walk from Fun Holiday to Mariners, and we did it there and back twice, refusing to cab it either time, either way. It was still fun despite lugging 50 pounds worth of crap with me. I found aloe from the stalk and gooped it all over me and boy, did that feel good. I didn't feel burnt for a few hours. After doing what we set out to do I decided it had been long enough in wait before I wanted to venture to Alfred's for not only the best fish & chips on the planet, but the best dirty bananas on the island. They were J100 cheaper than Fun Holiday and three times as strong. We were buzzed after two of them, but that didn't stop me from indulging in a few more before stumbling back down the beach. It wasn't too long after this that it was getting close to show time. Well, at least for me. I like to be there early to get everything ready to make it a stress free evening. So Irv, Danni and I hit the sand barefoot and relieved. The sunburn isn't conducive to carrying a 50 pound backpack. My props go to Irv for his kindness. We decided that somewhere along the way we were going to stop for a refreshment. Mom's Place it was, Why? I don't really know but it seemed right at the time. It's good to get off the feet and suck down a cold one every hour or so. We ended up at the show, I got everything taken care of with a drink in my hand when Liz appeared with the news of cybercast and thinking of e-mailing the list. I was somewhat hesitant of getting on a computer. I wanted nothing to do with one the entire time I was there. At the same time we thought it was our responsibility to let everyone know. So I got on it for a matter of minutes about an hour before show time (thanks Aaron for photo archiving that one). On to the show. It had been a week or so since they had played together and at that, had gone their independent ways for the week in getting down there. It appeared to me that this showed in their playing this night. To me, it seemed like they were slightly out of sync. Each of the sets were slightly shorter than usual as the band played on. The opened up with Surround, a classic version at that. Good Time (Merry-Go-Round) is always a crowd pleaser to most. Personally I think it should be stuck in the same spot as Pride of Cucamonga. Springtime Again makes me smile. Although we haven't really seen much of spring and it was like summer there, the reminder of the aliveness and energy around you is quite key. Burial, good ol' Cliff. Right on time with the reggae. The Jamaican locals were freaking out behind me at this point. They were amazed at how right on the boys version appeared. They said, "it a lit'l fast but not much." Dave came right back with Life Is Good. Boy is it ever. I don't think it could have been at this point. I never wanted to leave there. Thief was next. This is one of my favorite songs to groove to, although the depth of the sand made that quite difficult. The more deep you dig your feet in the sand, the cooler they become. Sweet! Dave finally decided to get on the acoustic for and Ol' Montana Red Dog -> Grass. I thought that might end the set so they could play a long second set. It was not to be. Ed felt like reminding us how good it was to be alive. My, my love the buzz of that Dragonfly. They ripped it up and it was soon time for a break. Everybody did their thing and next thing we knew, hookah was on stage and they simultaneously launch into Utopia. How could they not? We were there, weren't we? I thought so. Next up they boys threw a twist at us with a reggae-style version of Another You. I have to admit, that was a kick in the you know where. Woo freaking hoo!!!! Cliff busted out Let's Make It-> Boogie Chillun, which blew so much smoke that it appeared to bellow fire. The Indica & Sativa-> Bottle of Wine sandwich to follow reminded me of a lot of love and to many others on why they were there. Loner solidified that impression permanently in my mind. Red Stripe Boogie into The Streetbeater ended the set nicely. It's encore time on the first night of three on the island and what was it going to be? Teacher. I enjoyed it thoroughly and wrote that show in the books. Danni waited while I packed up my gear so we could head down the beach to Fun Holiday. I think there was the beginning makings of a Johnny Rotten sighting. The after-hours was to be at The Jungle Club. A few folks went there and then came right back after thinking we were being set up. They claimed it was a bit scary. That, and they were charging a cover to get in. So they ended up heading back across the street and after-hours was to be at Fun Holiday. I think it went on well past dawn, but I lasted till about 4 AM before getting to our room. Danni imbibed it too much RUM PUNCH!! RUM PUNCH!! (as she was saying all night). I think later before she crashed it was saying it back to her. She passed out shortly thereafter.
That leads us to the second show day, Saturday. Again, a crew of us went to Selina's for brunch. This time I had French toast and a cheese omelet. Danni did the band special, sub fresh fruit for the banana pancake. Orange juice and coffee were a must. Michelle waited on us once again while Big Roy cooked. Eventually Selina showed up and we were complete. On our way back to the hotel, we stopped at the cambio to exchange some cash for Jamaican dollar. When we got back we hit the beach for a few drinks and the wetness of the ocean. The water was awesomely warm. About mid-afternoon I treated myself to a much needed massage. An aloe massage from a Jamaican woman named Marlene. Liz had just had one and highly recommended her. Irv followed shortly after me. She only charged $30 for an hour. Well, it wasn't an hour as she put it. It was "until all the aloe is rubbed in." I liked that thought. My sunburn was noticeably less noticeable the rest of the vacation. Thank you Marlene. She was located where Liz and Philip were staying, which was at The Whistling Bird. Her table was set up under a bunch of shady trees where the wind's chill could only breeze. Afterward, I tipped her and decided to soak up some more rays before showering and thoughts of dinner were to enter the thought process. Again, we posse-ed up with Liz, Philip, Doug, Julie, Dan and Kim, Irv, Bruce and Tim and headed up the beach toward the show somewhat early in hopes to be finished in time enough before show time that I didn't stress myself on being punctual. We decided on Kuyaba, which is a "hut like looking" restaurant. They're slightly expensive but well worth the dollar. Their food is top notch and the service was quite prompt. They were very helpful in accommodating such a large party on such a short notice and not having it be three hours in wait. Danni and I split slightly ahead of everyone so I could get to what I needed to do pre-show. Turns out that the band didn't start until 10:30 PM this night, a half an hour later than the previous night. It was supposed to be over by 1:30 AM, which it was Friday night. I was thinking it might be a short show (in comparison to most eh shows) this night. Then it was determined that they could play until 2 AM, which put us back on schedule. I thought the boys were on much more this night than the previous, but they still didn't seem to launch off the planet like usual. Almost like they were holding something back. As I found out at week's end, they were. A doozy of a Tuesday show. They opened up the show with Roller Coaster and The Risk which lit the place up for them to unleash a Dumpster. Then, again like before, they pull out these new cover tunes jammed reggae-style. This time it was James Taylor's, Your Smiling Face. He said it, not me (although I was grinning ear to ear). It was just too funny of a thought to think. What made it even funnier was that they were right on with it. Godspeed was next. Ed jammed an unrecognizable diddy in the middle of it. I'll have to get with him to figure it out because the tapes haven't helped me any either. Clifford moved the show forward in an ever so robust manner with John Henry. And you thought their coffee was strong? Try this dose of Cliff. Dave continued on his smiling pace with Brighter Day before they lay into a rendition of The Beatles, Help! Finally my most favorite of all the classics , Lazy River. It seems like eons since I've heard that tune. It made way for a melt into Lady Vanilla, Ed still handing the acoustic guitar for the fourth tune in a row. That changed once again when he let loose on the wish washing version of one of my all-time favorite Ed tunes, Treasures That I Travel For. Something about the webbing echo effect on the rhythm guitar makes me feel like melting into the granules of sand. Dave jumps onto the acoustic for the first time in the set with Deal With It, the most recent of his acoustic originals. That finalized the set and readied us for a break. We went to Bones place, right next door at Traveler's. Soon enough it was time for second set. There was a Jamaican man whose name I think I made out to Thomas (anyone know for sure?). He started out on some type of reggae rap that the band backed up for a few minutes before I think the crowd was being kind in allowing him to take up precious hookah time. The next thing I knew it was into The Viper's Drag. All 24.5 minutes of it. As much as it's a cover, it's still a classic staple in the hookah diet. It was tasting mighty yummy on this night too. Raging River followed and it was a fun one. I always love hearing that song. Lax ante upped the setlist before Cliff got boisterous yet one more time. This time delivering a version of Canned Heats', Goin' Up the Country. As per request from the night before, Ed decided a killer Daffodils in Detroit was needed. Again, I applauded on the song selection and dug my feel a little deeper in the sand. Dave stepped up to the acoustic guitar and kicked down a Somewhere Down the Line. While not perfect in their delivery, the crowd hooted and hollered in with their acceptance. I thought it best to get the restroom issue dealt with before the encore because the night before after the encore was a wait and a half. Standing in line I called it. It seems like the last four or five times that I have been at a show where they encored with Blue Sky, I have called it. This night was no exception. Another show penned into the archival book and two of the three shows done. We had a few days to relax and catch up from the non-stop wearing of the party hats. Not before a never ending after hours at the Fun Holiday though. While we had to wake them up to serve us alcohol the night before, tonight they were ready for us. My hat goes off to Pinky and Hi-Lo Milo for the raging fire out on the beach. Danni and I geeked ourselves silly, along with about another 100 plus folk that felt like joining us. It wouldn't be a trip if the hookah swim team didn't make an appearance. The amount of participants seems to be dwindling these days. Founded with the bands inception, I was the only one who would get in the water and raise their trunks in the air. This was at 7 AM Sunday morning. It took at least an hour of coercing before convincing my cohort, the Irvmeister, to indulge in a little old time hookah fun. Ferdinand (and Hilary), if you ever read this, you're losing ground on your captainship. Danni and I finally went to bed around 9:30 AM while the Irvmeister and Philip rambled on in the insaneness for a few more hours.
I believe I woke up to the babbling nonsensicalness of Irv a few doors down and one floor up. The daylight smacked me in the face as I came back to a somewhat warped version of reality. I couldn't seem to fall back asleep and after trying for a few, I eventually made my way to the door, where the sun breathed down my neck and the sense of life was pumped back into me, liking it or not. I chose the prior. I speak like things were chaotically crazy. They were. It took me until Tuesday night's show to recuperate. Danni got up within minutes of me and we thought it best to nourish ourselves so we decided to go see what all the hype about The Boat Club was about. Personally, I wasn't impressed. I got the lobster salad sandwich. Likewise, did Danni. It was two slices of toast, no garnish, no side and the salad was no more than a centimeter thick and mostly tomato at that. We chose not to go back there. There was only five minutes of rain on the entire trip and it came here, while we were eating. We were under cover so it wasn't inconvenient in the slightest. It was actually refreshing. It was gone by the time we were done eating. Dan, Kim, Irv, Doug and Julie decided to join Danni and me shortly later on for dinner at Alfred's once again. Again I had the fish and chips and a few dirty bananas. Yum, yum, yum. Deep Space Six played at Alfred's that night and they were starting to set up the fence as we ate. We ended up hanging out porch partying until about 10 PM before choosing to retire for the night. We were both beat from the past few nights.
Monday proved to be well worth the rest the night before. We all went down for brunch to Irie Vibes. I think the amount of people and what we ordered seemed to catch them a little off guard. While I thought the service was good, the food itself took forever. I think this was our longest wait yet. We mostly ordered lobster omelets and I think they had to catch the lobsters first. We were in the shade and in good company with really nothing to do except a bit of shopping, so it didn't really matter. Other than our tummies yelling at us, that is. I thought the food was good, while others left something to be desired. Our group decided to further our day on its mission, as we had to get a few things done before our 3 PM date at Chances for the one tourist thing we decided to do, the sunset booze cruise. We stopped by Selina's to check on our coffee order, as we hadn't been here a bunch since we ordered it and wanted to confirm our deposit. Then right from there we took a taxi into downtown Negril to go to the market. The only thing I can say about the market, other than maybe cheaper prices, is that once you look into a merchant's hut at their goods, all the other merchants hound you to look in their hut. And once you pull out money? It's all over. The amount of Jamaicans the swarm you makes you look like you fumbled the football on the one yard line. Sheesh. Leave me alone. We got back, stopping at the cambio once again, just in time (or so we thought) to walk down to Chances. We got there on time only to find out we weren't really leaving till around 4:20 PM or so. I think they intended us to drink at the bar a bit and feed the local commerce a few more American dollars. Fine with me, as long as there is a dirty banana or two in my hand. After seeing the boat we were going to be boarding, we thought there were so many of us that we might sink it. They claimed that it would hold all of us. They were right, barely. They were serving RUM PUNCH!! RUM PUNCH!! I didn't much care for it though. I little strong and I lot of people were well on the way to being wasted. Nothing like being in the confined company of a ton of wasted people knowing it's going to be more hours and more wasted ness along the way. We set sail for Rick's Cafe up on the cliffs. This is an overpriced rip-off place where you have to buy coins in order to buy drinks, which really blows when you're wasted and it's hard enough just dealing with the Jamaican dollar. Let alone the left over coins you've paid for. A Heineken was $4.40 in U.S. currency. Everywhere else, it was J100, or about $2 U.S. The only savior to the trip for me was the fact that there were 50 foot cliffs to jump from. There were the two naked chicks jumping and then the whole Motts episode. Tommytunz A.K.A. Tommy T-Bar. He got onto the cliff fully clothed and did a striptease act that led to a gold (I think, as I didn't look too closely) G string. He got a smack on the butt so hard from someone it left a hand print (so I'm told) for two days. It was a hoot seeing him rile up the crowd into a mild frenzy before making his way water bound. The trip back was more drunk for most than the way there. While I remained sober, the sunset was well worth the $35 price of admission. We made our way back to Chances by close to an hour after dark. Everyone was planning on getting together to go out for dinner. It ended up being about 30 people strong so Danni and I backed out in the last minutes after our lunch experience hours earlier. We thought it might take forever and a year to get served and we were hungry. As it turns out, dinner for everyone else was a bust. I won't be the one to tell that story, as I wasn't there. I know it had to do with bad service, chicken bones and a few who didn't even get to eat. Danni and I opted for the Fun Holiday one last time. We ate the usual, except they were out of conch, leaving us to eat lobster instead. Dammit, lobster again? Force feed me please. We ended up going to bed shortly after. As we finished up dinner, a reggae band (a bad one at that) was just starting to warm up. They were doing We Are the World in reggae fashion, along with a bunch of other 80s style bad music. I wouldn't have wished it on anyone, making it slightly difficult to block it out enough to fall asleep. Sooner than later we did and the next thing we knew, it was Tuesday.
Our last full day on the island and our last 2002 Jamaica show. One final time we got to eat at Selina's for brunch. And once again we ordered the same as before. We picked up the coffee we ordered as well. We stopped at the cambio on the way there and then again on our way to the cliffs. In between Danni, Irv and I combed the beach attempting to accumulate a few more Jamaican tokens to bring back to our family and friends. Again, being huddled over by the pestering locals looking for the American dollar. This is the way they make their money so I don' think I can completely blame them. Most of my return items were coffee, Appleton rum and Lloydie's jerk sauce. Other than that, I bought the kids a few wood carvings as some jewelry. Danni got them an outfit or two. We stopped for one last Alfred's dirty banana and then returned to take a decent sized swim and tossed around "the vortex", which Philip had gotten me a few months back for my birthday. It's a foam football dart looking object that whistles when you throw it. We tossed it for a bit and then decided that we would get to the Cliffs early for some dinner. We thought the show was going to start a 6 PM, so 4:30 PM sounded like a good time to snag a bus sized taxi. we all piled in, stopped at the cambio and got up there to find out that there was a reggae band, The Sunset Band, on stage from 6 to 7:30 PM. We ordered our dinner around 5 PM and then waited. I got all set up and the opening band played and then they were over. Hookah came onstage and right then our food came (over three hours later). In the meantime, they had set out a $20 all you can eat buffet. That blew. We waited hours for our food and then everyone that bought the ticket ate and we still hadn't eaten. The food was mediocre at best too. And for the price I'll not go too far out on a limb and call it a rip-off. I was just glad that the last show was on something other than sand. Sand and DAT decks aren't too compatible. Neither is trying to dance. It reminded me of last Spring hookahville in the mud. The more you danced, the further you sank. As for the show, well, I believe you can term it as epic. This was I think one of the best shows I've seen, It's definitely in the top ten. They started off the show with (appropriately enough from the night before's dinner) Bone. Secondly, they jammed out a Sister Sugar that let you know right then that they were leaving all the musical energy they had left on the island. Moonstone flowed which segued nicely into Voodoo Stew. Caravan echoed from their musical monster's mouth. The reggae like melody of Bob Marley's, Zimbabwe kept the setlist in line before Ed wallowed out Only Falling, one of my newest Ed favorites. Ohio Grown thumped into a killer set-closing Keepin' Time. We chilled for a bit (except for Johnny Rotten, which was in full force non-stop until the bar actually finally cut him off). Yes folks, you heard it correctly, a bar in Jamaica actually cut someone off. I think that deserves some type of party award in my book. The boys came back onstage to open up with a reggae jammed version of Ozzy Osborne's Crazy Train. Eric sang and I loved every last little bit of it. Heads up call on song selection, even for a drummer. Next, things got slightly more crazy when Ed did the Alexander into Alexander II combination with Message in a Bottle sandwiched in the Alexander part of the transition. Schwa only purified every hookah soul on the island before the multi-vocal tale of Riversong brought the crowd back down to their normal peak of energy. Cliff did the Dylan tune, It Takes a Lot to Laugh...A Train to Cry. It seems like it has been forever since I've witnessed one of those. Dave plopped down on acoustic with Hookahville and Chicago before the set ended. It was encore time and they knew that one encore probably wouldn't do in closing out a wonderful week. Cliff started off with Hot Dog and then it appeared that Dave was going to the acoustic before he sat back down and the band delved into Seahorse. Can't go to an island without playing that one. Dave finally didn't deny us of his acoustic encore with no other than Ecstasy. I was hoping for the absent Slipjig but I guess you have to be happy with what you get and not always get what you wish for. I packed up my gear and Danni and I and a few others went to the front to hail a taxi. It took a little while. Johnny Rotten provided the entertainment on the way back to Fun Holiday, via Lloydie and Paula's to pick up our orders of his famous jerk sauce. Once we got there, we decided to let the others pick up our bottles since it was almost nearly impossible to keep Johnny Rotten in line. Little did I know that when we arrived back at Fun Holiday that the charter that was taking us to the airport was picking us up at 7:30 AM and not 9 AM like I had thought. It was already 1 AM and getting to sleep wasn't easy.
It made it a long day on Wednesday, as the wake up knock that came from I don't know who, came around 6:15 AM. Yikes! We got up around 7 AM and showered and got ready to go. The bus showed up, we got on and that is where it pretty much ended. A fellow bus was broken down on the way to the airport, which stalled our destination time by a bit. It was better than waiting in line at the airport the extra hour though. We stopped at the Golden Apple for refreshments like we did on the way to Negril, which was good for a Ting (compliments of Tim Ward). We finally arrived at the airport and were in line for our luggage to be searched before having it checked. We got to the front of the line and we couldn't find Danni's immigration paper. They kept hassling us asking us where it was. We kept telling them we didn't have it and they kept asking us. Finally they said "penalty" and she filled out a new one. They let her go with that. Not sure what the penalty was, but we headed towards the other end of the airport to go through the thorough search with all the metal detectors and conveyer belt scanners. Of course it wouldn't be proper if they didn't ransack everything I own. Talk about thorough, they were into every last little nook and cranny of my pack before letting me go. I expected it and thanked the lady because at least she had the courtesy to put everything back the way I had it packed. I couldn't say that for the American airports. We stopped to buy some duty-free rum and find a nibble to bite on before eventually boarding the plane. We sat all the way in the very back of the bird and after the hour time difference again (the third one in a week and a half) and a few short naps, we landed at 5:25 PM in Cleveland Hopkins International, where we started this humdinger of an adventure. Thinking we were almost home free, we still had about an hour and a half more to go through regarding U.S. Customs. Passports, luggage and for the first time in the entire trip, I didn't get searched when the opportunity presented itself. They let us through and we went to pick up our checked luggage, grab the shuttle to the Fairfield Inn, where Doug and Julie's minivan was parked. We were on I-71 southbound by 7:30 PM, stopping for some god ole American fast food and on our way back to Cowtown for a few days of catch-up time. I'd have to say that I'm at that point now. I hope you enjoyed reading my review. Hope all is well in hookahland.
Superstar
This has to be my favorite acoustic show. Great time with my friends right in the middle of falling in love with my wife. Another memory I'll never shake.
first show
this was my very first hookah show ever
super awesome im still here :P
if anyone has a copy of this show i would very much like to have it
Interesting
Not really a review, but i stood in line for 2 hours in the snow and we were two people back when the show sold out. Crazy, but we ended up seeing this really cool world jazz group called Blackman and Arnold a few doors down. Looked like a good show anyways.
Interesting
Not really a review, but i stood in line for 2 hours in the snow and we were two people back when the show sold out. Crazy, but we ended up seeing this really cool world jazz group called Blackman and Arnold a few doors down. Looked like a good show anyways.
The girls 1st hookah!
This weekend was spectaculer, sat night I got to take my mom, nieces and nephew, to the Hookah terrace show. Kelly jo and brooke came along as well so we had a huge group. The babies loved it! Some nice person gave each a glow stick and they ran around with all the other kids chasing theri glowsticks....oh and Hookah was playin in the background but it was all background noise to them. I had a blast. I got to carry my signs and shake my tail...and i mean literall tail, I was wearin a tail: Which by the way are for sale if anyone wants one please msg me:o) My sign said "Hookahheads KNOW how to shake their tails" Dave kept lookin and laughing. When they played Party Girl i had to run back and get Kelly, my other sign and their special surprise....a handmade schwa thong *courtasy of Penni Patches and it was never worn!!!* My other sign said "Party Girls wear schwa undies" and during party girl I threw em....the first attempt made it about to the front of the crowd, so i ran closer to grab them and threw em again. Cliff almost caught them on his bass but didnt lol....It was def a great time! Kelly, joel and I stayed up till 4am drinking and talking. Yeah that def resulted in a horrible sun morning hangover. Kelll and brook stayed over at my house sat night and sun omg it gets even better.......
This Show
This was an awesome show... I still remember it because of the schwa panties. My daughter Brooke was there but in a bad mood considering she had gotten bit by my brothers dog earlier that day and was there with stiches in her face.... poor girl. We threw the Schwa panties to Cliff because he was the first to read the sign and laugh, it was by no means about throwing them to a single guy, which some people got mad at me about saying we shouldn't have trown to Cliff cuz he had a girlfriend. Whatever. These pantys stick out in my mind because John brought them back at the Newport later that year during Party Girl.... He said "hey Party Girl, I think you left these, at Centennial, they are schwa panties" Best moment ever and was captered on the DVD they made at the Newport that night... But back to Centennial, Nem was there too, and I taught Joel how to tie a hoop on top of a car when we left. Great times... and love you Steph.
The girls 1st hookah!
This weekend was spectaculer, sat night I got to take my mom, nieces and nephew, to the Hookah terrace show. Kelly jo and brooke came along as well so we had a huge group. The babies loved it! Some nice person gave each a glow stick and they ran around with all the other kids chasing theri glowsticks....oh and Hookah was playin in the background but it was all background noise to them. I had a blast. I got to carry my signs and shake my tail...and i mean literall tail, I was wearin a tail: Which by the way are for sale if anyone wants one please msg me:o) My sign said "Hookahheads KNOW how to shake their tails" Dave kept lookin and laughing. When they played Party Girl i had to run back and get Kelly, my other sign and their special surprise....a handmade schwa thong *courtasy of Penni Patches and it was never worn!!!* My other sign said "Party Girls wear schwa undies" and during party girl I threw em....the first attempt made it about to the front of the crowd, so i ran closer to grab them and threw em again. Cliff almost caught them on his bass but didnt lol....It was def a great time! Kelly, joel and I stayed up till 4am drinking and talking. Yeah that def resulted in a horrible sun morning hangover. Kelll and brook stayed over at my house sat night and sun omg it gets even better.......
This Show
This was an awesome show... I still remember it because of the schwa panties. My daughter Brooke was there but in a bad mood considering she had gotten bit by my brothers dog earlier that day and was there with stiches in her face.... poor girl. We threw the Schwa panties to Cliff because he was the first to read the sign and laugh, it was by no means about throwing them to a single guy, which some people got mad at me about saying we shouldn't have trown to Cliff cuz he had a girlfriend. Whatever. These pantys stick out in my mind because John brought them back at the Newport later that year during Party Girl.... He said "hey Party Girl, I think you left these, at Centennial, they are schwa panties" Best moment ever and was captered on the DVD they made at the Newport that night... But back to Centennial, Nem was there too, and I taught Joel how to tie a hoop on top of a car when we left. Great times... and love you Steph.
MY FIRST HOOKAH SHOW!!!!
This was the first time i've ever seen Hookah, and Sweney stole my face.
My after birthday show
Yesterday was my birthday and I had such an awesome time with my family and friends. My mom brought me some cutie clothes and got a cake, my coworker got me a few awesome things, and my boyfriend took me out to see a movie all in all is was a pretty awesome day. But today has nothing to do with my birthday it has to do with Ekoostik! For all those that don't know Ekoostik is one of my top three favorite bands ever in my life that I've seen over a hundred times and travelled near and far for.
They are a really awesome Ohio grown band that has a freaky unique style of music that consists of rock, jam, bluegrass, and you know it just is what it is: Ekoostik style. Ekoostik style is the rough yet harmonious vocals of John Mullins and him sometimes forgetting his lyrics, the always mind melting soulful twangs of Steve Sweney's guitar the sound as if the guitars a vocalist in itself, the always funky bass jam of Cliff Starbuck or the way he plays the harmonica like it's a body function and him sometimes forgetting his lyrics, Eric Lanese's boom in your chest beat of the drum but ever melodious thunder in his voice and yet again hard rock Harley driving side, and Dave Katz intoxicating voice and the way he plays his piano like making love to a sexy lady sometimes soft and slow, and sometimes rough and dirty. We have gone through many trials and tribulations with our fellows, good times and great times. I've been traveling to see Ekoostik for the past 7-8 years and that's not even a lot compared some people. We are a tight knit group of people.
I've made many long lasting friends that I consider my family. Traveling around with Kellyjo and brookie, attempting cheerleading costumes with Allie, going to ville after ville festival after festival, listening to the ever wise words of Nem, getting bear hugs from BrotherMike, always looking up to Liz and Corrine, being jealous of the photos that Chris takes, riding a bus to Georgia with all the crazies there are too many too even mention. Over the years I've gotten to know the members of the band and their families as well and consider them my family. Anyway what was I talking about again, oh yeah the hookah concert.
So I woke up today alone since Joel had to work early and I'm giddy but there's no one here to share. As soon as I heard his key in the door I jumped for joy and skipped down the stairs. I was going to ask him if he remembered what today was but I hadn't let him forget for the past few weeks so I settled with a kiss. I cashed my check, paid some bills, watched Joel play Mario tennis while I put on makeup and doused myself with black glitter then we were on our way. Being a hookahhead through and through I knew that the show was at headliners instead of the before planned Civic Theater. I wanted to be there at 9:00 but we didn't end up getting there till 9:30. Of course we made the usual bet of when hookah was going to go on, I always think it's going to be earlier and Joel always knows it isn't. He said he knew that they weren't going to be on when we got there and he was so positive he took the long way to prove it too me. The whole way I kept asking "are you lost, are you lost". We finally did arrive and so did hookah and it was lights camera action time.
How else can I describe Ekoostik except to say fun was defiantly had by all! The first set finally let me release that bouncing energy that I had built up over the past weeks but it had enough slow moments to not let me burn completely out. Tumblin defiantly is always a great way to start the show. I once again floated my way to my front designated spot, if you don't know its Katz side for me. I was always bouncing even in while unhealthily smoking "What, u guys don't know how to slither like a Serpentine?" I was singing and dancing while smoking, waiting in line for my beer, and even in the bathroom. The guys appeared to be really enjoying themselves and that always makes the shows so much better. They really seemed to be in sync with each other. As soon as I got up front, saw Dave and he wished me Happy Birthday before going into the next song I knew this was going to be a fun one. Deep River blues was a great added feature because I always love hearing Eric sing, his voice was smooth like butter. In the clouds sent my head floating up to the risers. The soul in Dave's voice like put me in a trance that felt like a dream. Then John took it into stuck in the snow and I felt like a zombie but instead of brains I feed on intense lyrical content and deep meaning. Too much metaphor, I'll try my best to stop but it's so hard. Sheepdog was like icing on my birthday cake. It seemed like you could hear more feet stomping then Eric's drumming. I always feel like I'm at some crazy psycadelic hoedown where all the people are cover in tie-dye and patchwork yet still slapping their knees and doe see doeing. At one point I literally had to stop to breathe, damn cigarettes. I used the little I had left to boogie to shadane then got relieved when john said they were taking a break. I needed to sit for a minute, hey what can I say, I just turned 25 the day before I'm old. Joel jokingly said "I got my Sheepdog, I'm ready to go." I just laughed, he knew there was no way he was dragging me out till the fat lady sings or at least till the encore. Black Mamba started off the next set of what I thought was just pure magic.
Before the show Joel and I made a bet on a game of Mario Tennis, If he won he would have full control of the show. I mean full control like where to stand, when to go up front, and gasp how much beer I could drink and the bet was vice versa. Can you tell who won? I used the bet to my advantage so by long way home I was up front center Dave side, the best side. Take that! Just kidding. Anyway carry on, Isis set us raging. Cliff was on point and at one point he used his head bandana to channel Jimi and took his bass all the way to the ground and brought it back up. He plucked his bass with fury and spit the harmonica with so much intensity. I was up front with a girl that made me giggle. She had a teeny tiny loner sign and she was trying to show Dave. Being the queen of the signs, I told her she needed it to be a bit bigger if she wanted to get his attention, then we jumped up and got his attention. The crowd was going crazy bananas by the time that here today started we all were on a definite cloud nine. The guys must have thought that all the bouncing built up an appetite because before we got to gone tomorrow we had a scrumptious bit of loner in there. Yummy! Many of you know me well and you know I don't like to be touched, stranger wise, and I stand my ground and I'm stubborn! So needless to say when a super drunk old bald guy came up and wacked me right in the head to get to Dave it was more than I could handle. I'm a Katz side girl but I'll hold my ground like those crazy Sweney siders. So as he was winding up for air POW number two, I grabbed him by the arms and said "If you touch me again ill punch you in the face." Joel was right behind me and seemed a bit nervous that he was going to have to defend me in a fight, but without blinking an eye I started dancing it up again like nothing ever happened. By the end of loner I turned and that guy was completely gone, score one for me. After loner we were expecting a slow again but that didn't happen when they added the cheese to our sandwich by playing grass. Grass made us fly high and finishing loner then gone tomorrow, the here today was earlier, we were all stuffed to the brim. Of course during reciprocity Joel wanted to smoke but he doesn't understand the meaning it has for me. My first Ekoostik album ever was dubbabuddah; I listened to that CD for literally a year straight before I got another one. That CD was dust when I was through with it so he definitely didn't get cigarette time. By the time reciprocity was over he was fiending for a cigarette and they had said goodnight but in hookah tradition we knew the encore was coming soon. After a couple minutes of "Hoooooooooooooooooookah" Steve came back out and with the first minute of playing I knew what was coming. And when I die isnt one of the songs I requested but that's ok because it is one of my top five. After finishing my exercising for the night I blew Dave air kisses and we went on our way, what can I say I was exhausted! All in all hookah was on point, the crowd was full of devoted fans and my hookah belly was full, defiantly satisfying!
My after birthday show
Yesterday was my birthday and I had such an awesome time with my family and friends. My mom brought me some cutie clothes and got a cake, my coworker got me a few awesome things, and my boyfriend took me out to see a movie all in all is was a pretty awesome day. But today has nothing to do with my birthday it has to do with Ekoostik! For all those that don't know Ekoostik is one of my top three favorite bands ever in my life that I've seen over a hundred times and travelled near and far for.
They are a really awesome Ohio grown band that has a freaky unique style of music that consists of rock, jam, bluegrass, and you know it just is what it is: Ekoostik style. Ekoostik style is the rough yet harmonious vocals of John Mullins and him sometimes forgetting his lyrics, the always mind melting soulful twangs of Steve Sweney's guitar the sound as if the guitars a vocalist in itself, the always funky bass jam of Cliff Starbuck or the way he plays the harmonica like it's a body function and him sometimes forgetting his lyrics, Eric Lanese's boom in your chest beat of the drum but ever melodious thunder in his voice and yet again hard rock Harley driving side, and Dave Katz intoxicating voice and the way he plays his piano like making love to a sexy lady sometimes soft and slow, and sometimes rough and dirty. We have gone through many trials and tribulations with our fellows, good times and great times. I've been traveling to see Ekoostik for the past 7-8 years and that's not even a lot compared some people. We are a tight knit group of people.
I've made many long lasting friends that I consider my family. Traveling around with Kellyjo and brookie, attempting cheerleading costumes with Allie, going to ville after ville festival after festival, listening to the ever wise words of Nem, getting bear hugs from BrotherMike, always looking up to Liz and Corrine, being jealous of the photos that Chris takes, riding a bus to Georgia with all the crazies there are too many too even mention. Over the years I've gotten to know the members of the band and their families as well and consider them my family. Anyway what was I talking about again, oh yeah the hookah concert.
So I woke up today alone since Joel had to work early and I'm giddy but there's no one here to share. As soon as I heard his key in the door I jumped for joy and skipped down the stairs. I was going to ask him if he remembered what today was but I hadn't let him forget for the past few weeks so I settled with a kiss. I cashed my check, paid some bills, watched Joel play Mario tennis while I put on makeup and doused myself with black glitter then we were on our way. Being a hookahhead through and through I knew that the show was at headliners instead of the before planned Civic Theater. I wanted to be there at 9:00 but we didn't end up getting there till 9:30. Of course we made the usual bet of when hookah was going to go on, I always think it's going to be earlier and Joel always knows it isn't. He said he knew that they weren't going to be on when we got there and he was so positive he took the long way to prove it too me. The whole way I kept asking "are you lost, are you lost". We finally did arrive and so did hookah and it was lights camera action time.
How else can I describe Ekoostik except to say fun was defiantly had by all! The first set finally let me release that bouncing energy that I had built up over the past weeks but it had enough slow moments to not let me burn completely out. Tumblin defiantly is always a great way to start the show. I once again floated my way to my front designated spot, if you don't know its Katz side for me. I was always bouncing even in while unhealthily smoking "What, u guys don't know how to slither like a Serpentine?" I was singing and dancing while smoking, waiting in line for my beer, and even in the bathroom. The guys appeared to be really enjoying themselves and that always makes the shows so much better. They really seemed to be in sync with each other. As soon as I got up front, saw Dave and he wished me Happy Birthday before going into the next song I knew this was going to be a fun one. Deep River blues was a great added feature because I always love hearing Eric sing, his voice was smooth like butter. In the clouds sent my head floating up to the risers. The soul in Dave's voice like put me in a trance that felt like a dream. Then John took it into stuck in the snow and I felt like a zombie but instead of brains I feed on intense lyrical content and deep meaning. Too much metaphor, I'll try my best to stop but it's so hard. Sheepdog was like icing on my birthday cake. It seemed like you could hear more feet stomping then Eric's drumming. I always feel like I'm at some crazy psycadelic hoedown where all the people are cover in tie-dye and patchwork yet still slapping their knees and doe see doeing. At one point I literally had to stop to breathe, damn cigarettes. I used the little I had left to boogie to shadane then got relieved when john said they were taking a break. I needed to sit for a minute, hey what can I say, I just turned 25 the day before I'm old. Joel jokingly said "I got my Sheepdog, I'm ready to go." I just laughed, he knew there was no way he was dragging me out till the fat lady sings or at least till the encore. Black Mamba started off the next set of what I thought was just pure magic.
Before the show Joel and I made a bet on a game of Mario Tennis, If he won he would have full control of the show. I mean full control like where to stand, when to go up front, and gasp how much beer I could drink and the bet was vice versa. Can you tell who won? I used the bet to my advantage so by long way home I was up front center Dave side, the best side. Take that! Just kidding. Anyway carry on, Isis set us raging. Cliff was on point and at one point he used his head bandana to channel Jimi and took his bass all the way to the ground and brought it back up. He plucked his bass with fury and spit the harmonica with so much intensity. I was up front with a girl that made me giggle. She had a teeny tiny loner sign and she was trying to show Dave. Being the queen of the signs, I told her she needed it to be a bit bigger if she wanted to get his attention, then we jumped up and got his attention. The crowd was going crazy bananas by the time that here today started we all were on a definite cloud nine. The guys must have thought that all the bouncing built up an appetite because before we got to gone tomorrow we had a scrumptious bit of loner in there. Yummy! Many of you know me well and you know I don't like to be touched, stranger wise, and I stand my ground and I'm stubborn! So needless to say when a super drunk old bald guy came up and wacked me right in the head to get to Dave it was more than I could handle. I'm a Katz side girl but I'll hold my ground like those crazy Sweney siders. So as he was winding up for air POW number two, I grabbed him by the arms and said "If you touch me again ill punch you in the face." Joel was right behind me and seemed a bit nervous that he was going to have to defend me in a fight, but without blinking an eye I started dancing it up again like nothing ever happened. By the end of loner I turned and that guy was completely gone, score one for me. After loner we were expecting a slow again but that didn't happen when they added the cheese to our sandwich by playing grass. Grass made us fly high and finishing loner then gone tomorrow, the here today was earlier, we were all stuffed to the brim. Of course during reciprocity Joel wanted to smoke but he doesn't understand the meaning it has for me. My first Ekoostik album ever was dubbabuddah; I listened to that CD for literally a year straight before I got another one. That CD was dust when I was through with it so he definitely didn't get cigarette time. By the time reciprocity was over he was fiending for a cigarette and they had said goodnight but in hookah tradition we knew the encore was coming soon. After a couple minutes of "Hoooooooooooooooooookah" Steve came back out and with the first minute of playing I knew what was coming. And when I die isnt one of the songs I requested but that's ok because it is one of my top five. After finishing my exercising for the night I blew Dave air kisses and we went on our way, what can I say I was exhausted! All in all hookah was on point, the crowd was full of devoted fans and my hookah belly was full, defiantly satisfying!
Blossom Fri!
The weekend started off on an odd note. The boards were on fire with speculation of cop city due to the unfortunate circumstances that had apparently happened the weekend before that some people were even debating on not going. Not us though, no measly cop is going to keep my Ekoostik from me as I had announced many times before this was my Jamaica, hookah being just recently back from their trip that I could not quite afford.
The first set started us off in a Green way then they sent us to the Heavens, to mergatroid that is, a funky Mullins song that gets everyone pumped! When we got to the stage the crowd was sparse but as the song progressed the crowd seemed to grow bigger and bigger people came out of the woodworks, I guess others weren’t going to be frightened away either. As Walk real slow came on I started to notice some new things about Nelsons ledges and the stage area. They of course put newer sand down for our tootsies to walk on which is great for those who like to take their shoes off like me. They also seemed to have put in new speakers on each side of the band, nice ones loud ones! Also the added a laser to shine on the top of the stage in random patterns and waves right where the tapestry hangs above. Evan really spit shined the place up for all of us so let me be the first to say THANK YOU! Walk real slow jazzed and slowly creped by but I would have to say that Dave’s voice was on point, very melodious and yet had a rustic experienced sound as well. Sleepfast brought the vibe back up to a bouncing float. It felt as if everyone was on their toes, we had all been eagerly waiting for the spring hookah at the ledges and it was finally here. As Sleepfast ended the screams screeches and squeals proved to me that we were all home again. Coming back to me was like the boys were telling us yes in fact we were home. The thumping rhythm had us all twirling and jumping. Breathe a sigh of relief everyone, festival season is among us. City of New Orleans is always a treat and I just love how they don’t always save the covers for encore. You could feel the soul in Mullins voice and Daves was like adding cream to black coffee as they paid tribute to a legend. Sweney’s solo was another awesome little tidbit making the song an overall phenomenon. It was almost as if you could hear the entire crowd singing along, we were all in sync with one and other. Peter Tosh’s Burial come next and it paid homage to their recent trip to Jamaica. Cliff’s voice sounded great, I still to this day look as his small frame and not expect a voice that big to come out. The funky Jamaican jam had us saying pass the dutchie, but not to that guy he’s a cop all speculation of course. Next came a song more on the bluegrass side of the field with Silver train, a song that always makes me want to travel the world more. Chicago came next and it is one of those jams that start off on a slower side but crescendos to be a huge number. Riding with the king was last and it was a great way to end the first set. Way of the world started off our second set off on another great note. Steeped into to tears proved the phenomenal power of the Mullins lyrical content which lead us right into a huge almost ten minute helping of yummy Voodoo Stew. For those hungry bellies that still weren’t completely satisfied yet we got our first lyrical sandwich with Intrepid Traveler a extremely tasty bit of Ol’ John Henry in the middle and the finishing touches of Intrepid Traveler. Without any recover time from that we were hit right upside the head with yet another Sammy. Loner is starting to become one of those songs that everyone and their brother know all the words to and we all proved that true when Dave handed off the mike to the crowd and had us finish the opening. As if we were all singular parts of the band we did our part and sang it as loud as we could with incredible heart and soul. They smooshed Loner with another of all Ohio folk’s favorite songs: Ohio Grown. It exclaims the best way to describe this place that sometimes feels as if a prison to us but when were gone for awhile is like heaven on earth. The end of Loner was like a great ending to a phenomenal set! That wasn’t the end yet with a little teaser they left and came back for the encore of Rocky Mountain Way then sent us all to bed. Wow what a night I can’t wait to see what they have in store for us tomorrow.
Blossom was a Blast!
My first time ever at the ledges, and it was so amazing!! Seeing the beautiful land and hookah at the same time was a dream come true!!!! My memory is a little fuzzy but i will never forget this weekend.
Blossom Fri!
The weekend started off on an odd note. The boards were on fire with speculation of cop city due to the unfortunate circumstances that had apparently happened the weekend before that some people were even debating on not going. Not us though, no measly cop is going to keep my Ekoostik from me as I had announced many times before this was my Jamaica, hookah being just recently back from their trip that I could not quite afford.
The first set started us off in a Green way then they sent us to the Heavens, to mergatroid that is, a funky Mullins song that gets everyone pumped! When we got to the stage the crowd was sparse but as the song progressed the crowd seemed to grow bigger and bigger people came out of the woodworks, I guess others weren’t going to be frightened away either. As Walk real slow came on I started to notice some new things about Nelsons ledges and the stage area. They of course put newer sand down for our tootsies to walk on which is great for those who like to take their shoes off like me. They also seemed to have put in new speakers on each side of the band, nice ones loud ones! Also the added a laser to shine on the top of the stage in random patterns and waves right where the tapestry hangs above. Evan really spit shined the place up for all of us so let me be the first to say THANK YOU! Walk real slow jazzed and slowly creped by but I would have to say that Dave’s voice was on point, very melodious and yet had a rustic experienced sound as well. Sleepfast brought the vibe back up to a bouncing float. It felt as if everyone was on their toes, we had all been eagerly waiting for the spring hookah at the ledges and it was finally here. As Sleepfast ended the screams screeches and squeals proved to me that we were all home again. Coming back to me was like the boys were telling us yes in fact we were home. The thumping rhythm had us all twirling and jumping. Breathe a sigh of relief everyone, festival season is among us. City of New Orleans is always a treat and I just love how they don’t always save the covers for encore. You could feel the soul in Mullins voice and Daves was like adding cream to black coffee as they paid tribute to a legend. Sweney’s solo was another awesome little tidbit making the song an overall phenomenon. It was almost as if you could hear the entire crowd singing along, we were all in sync with one and other. Peter Tosh’s Burial come next and it paid homage to their recent trip to Jamaica. Cliff’s voice sounded great, I still to this day look as his small frame and not expect a voice that big to come out. The funky Jamaican jam had us saying pass the dutchie, but not to that guy he’s a cop all speculation of course. Next came a song more on the bluegrass side of the field with Silver train, a song that always makes me want to travel the world more. Chicago came next and it is one of those jams that start off on a slower side but crescendos to be a huge number. Riding with the king was last and it was a great way to end the first set. Way of the world started off our second set off on another great note. Steeped into to tears proved the phenomenal power of the Mullins lyrical content which lead us right into a huge almost ten minute helping of yummy Voodoo Stew. For those hungry bellies that still weren’t completely satisfied yet we got our first lyrical sandwich with Intrepid Traveler a extremely tasty bit of Ol’ John Henry in the middle and the finishing touches of Intrepid Traveler. Without any recover time from that we were hit right upside the head with yet another Sammy. Loner is starting to become one of those songs that everyone and their brother know all the words to and we all proved that true when Dave handed off the mike to the crowd and had us finish the opening. As if we were all singular parts of the band we did our part and sang it as loud as we could with incredible heart and soul. They smooshed Loner with another of all Ohio folk’s favorite songs: Ohio Grown. It exclaims the best way to describe this place that sometimes feels as if a prison to us but when were gone for awhile is like heaven on earth. The end of Loner was like a great ending to a phenomenal set! That wasn’t the end yet with a little teaser they left and came back for the encore of Rocky Mountain Way then sent us all to bed. Wow what a night I can’t wait to see what they have in store for us tomorrow.
Blossom was a Blast!
My first time ever at the ledges, and it was so amazing!! Seeing the beautiful land and hookah at the same time was a dream come true!!!! My memory is a little fuzzy but i will never forget this weekend.
water-jig
i must say the best segway i have ever seen the boys do
i couldnt believe what was going on really
good job guys
by chance did anyone record it
i know it was crappy outside so im not sure if anyone could
NYE 2009
cliff's "last" show with the band was, as expected, one to remember. for some of us! haha..some meories include solo's and duo's and banjo's. SFS played some sick-nasty acoustic Monnett. was nice to hear everyone do their own thing. there was cliff's funny hats and his funky boogie break down dancing :)...it was a rare blue moon and the theme was put to use with "circle of the moon", "hide behind the moon", and "blue moon of kentucky." there were dueling double bass features and the sickest "sister sugar" of the decade took place. of course there was some harmonica in there. other song highlights, for me, include "thumper" and "green." it was nice to have the added elements..especially the sax. but i am biased on that one. love me some horn action!!
overall, was most definetely the way bring in 2010. thanks boys!
NYE
What a great show! A little bittersweet but a good show! The energy never stopped!
NYE 2009
cliff's "last" show with the band was, as expected, one to remember. for some of us! haha..some meories include solo's and duo's and banjo's. SFS played some sick-nasty acoustic Monnett. was nice to hear everyone do their own thing. there was cliff's funny hats and his funky boogie break down dancing :)...it was a rare blue moon and the theme was put to use with "circle of the moon", "hide behind the moon", and "blue moon of kentucky." there were dueling double bass features and the sickest "sister sugar" of the decade took place. of course there was some harmonica in there. other song highlights, for me, include "thumper" and "green." it was nice to have the added elements..especially the sax. but i am biased on that one. love me some horn action!!
overall, was most definetely the way bring in 2010. thanks boys!
NYE
What a great show! A little bittersweet but a good show! The energy never stopped!
Sidney Undercover can suck my d**K
Show was great as usual but we were a little concered about venue and Sidney narks did what they do o So well!!! Keep on jammin but remember if you ever go to sidney Stick to the hops and save the good stuff for the hotel I ?????? Later can't wait for HoookahVille!!!!!!!!
awesome
I really dig the venue, very secluded and amazing view! Loved being there for sure. Hookah played a bad ass show! I talked to pretty much every person in the band to get Utopia and it worked!!! Made my night :)
awesome
I really dig the venue, very secluded and amazing view! Loved being there for sure. Hookah played a bad ass show! I talked to pretty much every person in the band to get Utopia and it worked!!! Made my night :)
the crooked i erie pa
As always the guys did not disappoint. Loved that danced a slow tune w my guy. And the few songs they played I havent heard before. Cant wIt til the next one I can get to
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Ekoostik Hookah
2014-02-21
Main Streeet Bar and Grill
Toledo,OH
*6ch SBD mix*
Source: SBD>Tascam DR-680(24/48) + Josephson C42>Lunatec v2>Tascam DR-680(24/48) + Schoeps MS(MK4+MK8)>Tascam DR-40(24/48)
Location: FOB/DFC approx 50' from stage
DSP: SD card(24/48)>adobe audition cs5.5 mixing(24/48)>Tracking>traderslilhelper(flac8)>foobar2000(id3 tagging)
Recorded/Transferred/Processed/Seeded By: Samgangee
* A Team Dirty South Recording *
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*24Bit File set*
SET 1
1 Tuning
2 Schwa
3 Clarity
4 Testify
5 Walk real fast
6 How mountain girls love
7 Roll the dice
8 You ain't seen nothing
9 Loner
10 Grass
SET 2
1 Start it all over
2 Life is good @
3 Come and see me
4 Ambrosia
5 Hookah
6 Asplundh (Rail Road Blues)
7 Hidden away
8 crowd
9 E: don't change horses
@ w/Johnny K on guitar (Boogie Matrix Mechanism)
**there was soundboard problems during the first 2 songs of the first set after that its all good.