Truth Through Acoustics

Herculean effort yielded tepid results. I had to meet up with Jason at his work before we ventured to the show. This required a hitch hiking on my part. 16 miles through foreign territory, not so bad but a little nerve wracking non-the-less. Fortunately the fine citizens of Vermont made the ride much more comfortable. Although I had to catch three different drivers and none of the rides were very long each driver was sympathetic and the last fellow took me all the way to my destination and pointed out Jason's work. Fine people, Vermonters. My heart holds them dear.

Finally Jason finished work. We made our way south to another ski mountain for the Easy Star All Stars. Sign on the door indicated the show was sold out. Bogus. I was willing to accept our fate but others in our party proved recalcitrant. This patience paid off as we were eventually allowed in, if only at an increased price. The band was rad, playing their dub inspired covers of famous rock albums. The crowd was loving it, singing along for most of the show. However the acoustics were terrible, I couldn't believe this souped up barn was being used as a venue. For a band such as Easy Star I felt it was an insult. Lame.