LA OLA DE CALOR

Heatwave tonite! i’ll warm up the decks for Gabriel w/ a bit of dancehall.

my Aer Lingus flight back from Dublin was delayed 10 HOURS. horrible. still recovering, hence the brevity of his post.

the Irish festival was very specifically crazy. I showed up at 5pm on the day i was performing and the stage manager was already drunk, clutching a half-empty bottle of rum. And the mud…

Below is Mouse on Mars about to cart away their gear in a wheelbarrow. A wheelbarrow! Did i mention the mud? More fotos and festival talk soon.

foto 259

5 thoughts on “LA OLA DE CALOR”

  1. good to see ya down there jace.. that reggae sound i met you up at, played there sunday night.. the operator was so obliterated tired he just left me and richie with it, played tune from 1 till 7 monday morning.. 🙂

    one local camper threatened to gouge our eyes out if we didn’t turn don’t the bass

    (TURN OFF THE F*CKING BASS ITS JUST TOO LOUD)
    (DO YOU WANT US TO TURN IT OFF AND SING YOU A LULLABY INSTEAD?)
    (THEY PLAYED TILL ELEVEN THIS MORNING, ELEVEN O CLOCK!!!)
    (DON’T WORRY WE’ll TURN IT OFF BEFORE THEN,
    WHY DID YOU CAMP HERE NEAR A RIG ANYWAY)
    (THIS F*CKING SOUNDSYSTEM WASN’T HERE WHEN WE ARRIVED!!)

    she wasn’t amused but eyes are still intact. that was a lot of friggin mud

  2. some serious set to keep us bouncing man. looking fwd to your return to our little isle in the near future 😀

  3. From Steinski’s website:

    ) Sunday, July 29, 9:45 PM WOMAD Festival, Swindon, England.

    This year’s WOMAD was in Swindon, a town at the edge of the recently flooded area of central England. I was extremely lucky; the weather was fine by the time I got there. But the unrelenting rains had left the festival grounds a sea of mud; mud that was a malevolent, science-fiction entity. Ankle deep, with the consistency of wet cement, it easily sucked the shoes right off your feet, after staining you a smelly brown up to the knees.

    Since I didn’t have adequate footwear, I stepped into two large black garbage bags, which a kind soul taped to my pants legs (formerly white) with duct tape. The bags ruptured within minutes of slogging through the muck, so it took me almost an hour in the bathtub back at the hotel that evening to make the shoes clean enough to pass a cursory inspection at Heathrow Security on Monday.

    *******************************************

    (Show me the muddy…)

  4. sucky mucky madness.
    Man i missed your set iwas K.Oed on sunday night, Sh*t one as u were the main reason i got the ticket.dur dur. oh welll come back sooon!

  5. mudd up 2 your elbows do the mudstep to the dubstep old school wheelbarrow madness 😉 wicked set loved it cheers 4 being dirty tarn

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.