The Monterey Jazz Festival
"You had your chance". That's what I said to the bearded guy with the fez on his head as we happened to meet at 7pm on the third and last day of the Monterey Jazz Festival's big deal 50th celebration event. He had expressed disapointment that I had packed up early, but my bullshitometer rose as he said it and I expressed the truth to him. Sure enough, he had no reply for me.
To say the show was a disapointment is like saying that Hurricane Katrina was a bit of a leak in New Orleans. I had every reason to expect a strong show, and was counting on it. Naturally, it did not happen. Three long days and high expenses that I invested basically went to waste, as I sat in my booth for and waited for people to come and look and purchase my w0rk. It never came to be. Finally, at 5pm Sunday, with some 8 hours left to the music, I began to pack it in.
My body is aching and tired. I have now done two shows on two consecutive weekends, with lots of driving in between. Telluride was a triumph, Monterey a defeat. Today, I rest. Tomorrow, I begin to fight again.
To say the show was a disapointment is like saying that Hurricane Katrina was a bit of a leak in New Orleans. I had every reason to expect a strong show, and was counting on it. Naturally, it did not happen. Three long days and high expenses that I invested basically went to waste, as I sat in my booth for and waited for people to come and look and purchase my w0rk. It never came to be. Finally, at 5pm Sunday, with some 8 hours left to the music, I began to pack it in.
My body is aching and tired. I have now done two shows on two consecutive weekends, with lots of driving in between. Telluride was a triumph, Monterey a defeat. Today, I rest. Tomorrow, I begin to fight again.
posted by Rich Sigberman at
8:35 AM
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