7-7-2008~ High Sierra Music and pr celebrations

So fresh and so clean-clean, now that I’ve returned from the tornado of fun that is the High Sierra Music Festival in Quincy, Ca. Lots of great performances of new acts and old favorites coalesced with the celebrations of friends at our traditional summer board meeting of mayhem.
I left the festival yesterday after Nathan Moore’s amazing solo set beneath the trees. I also left with a severed toe, a chipped tooth, broken shoes, muddy feet, sunburnt face and bruised hands. Just like I should feel after a great party. What exactly happened? I would say that we happened, and we happened upon the scene that we know so well and we did it up exactly right. I was only there this year for 2 1/2 days but I was reeling from the weekend the whole way home which took me about 7 hours because I kept pulling over to rest and resume.
We had a fantastic set up this year which all the props go to the Vegas crew for getting everything situated up on cripple creek and creating an extreamly festive “Christmas in July” themed party. I forgot my blow-up draddle dammit. This year consisted of everything under the sun with the potential of fun, including slow dancing with aliens, streamer learning classes, tandom bike break dancing, sunrise bull-fighting, ect. I’ll post the photo link as soon as OB gives it the go. A photo is worth a thousands words and too much happened for words and laughs so if you’d like an inkling into how it all went down, I’ll just leave it to the photographs.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/oberpar/sets/72157606045902635/
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As for music highlights I have to undoubtably go with the Guitarmeggeddon set led by Sean Leahy along with a cast of HS Allstars including Eric McFadden, Dan Lebowitz, Steve Adams, Papa Mali, Daria Johnson, and the other Sean Leahe from Isabella. Their song selection was a raucous conglomeration of head banging beasts. This year’s line-up was also kind enough to give a shout out to co-founder/ shredder Josh Clark who had a gig at Rothbury and couldn’t be there, but the band passed around a bottle of Maker’s Mark to schwill on in his honor. Josh would’ve been proud of how it all went down in the name of the Guitarmeggedon legacy.
It had been a few years since I saw Buckethead and he played a lot of some of my favorites from his album ‘Colma’, a beautifully melodic album about his Mothers town. We caught The Slip and their alter ego Suprise Me Mr. Davis a couple times throughout the fest and they are always more than awesome moment setters. There was another RV set on top of the same infamous TLG “Balloon” RV which as we remember it was the set to set the record for all RV sets. Bostonian Ryan Mountbleau played Vaudeville to serenade us at one of our pit stops at the Mini-Van of Mega Fun. Also nearby was the great group emsamble called Sleep Depravation, who we seek out each year right after midnight and they jam to our hearts delight. I saw Mike Gordon’s main stage set and his back-up band was Max Creek with the guitarist playing a Langudoc guitar! It was the most heavy hitting rock standard Gordon set i’ve seen yet in his side project career but i gotta say that it felt neat when Mike started to really get into a jam but the guitarrist wasn’t going with it fully…because when Mike would look over, it made me think he misses Trey’s style. Caught a late night show of the New Orleans band Dumpstafunk, which put us all in the right spot on a saturday night in the Funk’n Jamhouse where 8 years ago I met my great friend and fantastic dancing buddy, Bill, who suprisingly was camped right in our area this year. But that’s what High Sierra is about, the place where I get to see everyone I know who does what I do, in a place that seriously caters to everything we are and everything we do. And notable mention to “Markaritaville” where there was this great tent set up in front of the Big Meadow stage and this dude named Mark would make you free bottomless top shelf margaritas, that was very, very cool and delicious. Then as you stroll and hydrate and drink some more, you never really expected where you’d ever end up next, but every place the wind would take you, it was exactly where you should be.
Oh High Sierra, how I love thee.













