A couchless Negril
Is what I so desir-ed
for the Haynes sit-in
And again I'll say, "we're so fucking spoiled." Warren Haynes, a longtime supporter of Habitat for Humanity, sponsored the house in the Musians of an acquaintance of ours, and then sat in with Smoky Greenwell and the Blues Gnus at Cafe Negril last night. The place was packed, but for some reason they put these dang couches and a coffee table AND an end table in the middle of what should have been the dance floor.
I think my best joke was me, posing as Mr. Couchless Negril... addressing the club, "say, I'm Couchless Negril, my friends call me Room To Dance..." You had to have been there... for the show more than the joke, but it was a side-splitter at the time, with multiple punchlines introducing Mr. End Table, and his boy Coffee.
Margie Perez was frickin smokin on a great version of Whole Lotta Hot Tamale Baby Love, and deserves her own Haiku Review, just as soon as I get a chance.
VMX infoThis year I've traded the Loa Pass for an
OZ pass and a photo pass, which gets me into the photo pit for the first three songs of EVERY BAND, all three days.

My good friend
Zack Smith (second from right) hired me to photograph the great band
Rotary Downs. One of the shots appears in this month's
Offbeat, the
VMX issue, no less. If you run into me, I'll be more than happy to autograph your copy if I see you out enjoying some
LIVE, LOCAL MUSIC.
Check out the full
Rotary Downs photoshoot on
my flickr. There's some really nice swing-lens, panoramic camera trickery in there. The above image was taken with a Soviet medium format tank of a camera, the
Kiev 645... the guys are holding wide-angle, slave flashes with colored gels.