Played the Jazz Festival Three Years Running

Friday turned out amazing. We ended up driving to Finch and then taking the subway to the show. As per usual, Craig and I were the first ones there so we went to our trailer that was waiting for us.

Before our sound check we went to a bar, which promptly told us it was last call at 5:45pm due to the heavy accumulation of protesters on University Avenue.

So we went back, did our sound check, put on our duds, and rocked the house. This is the first show I ever did in sunglasses and I really liked it. My Kool-Moe-Dee's allowed me to see the crowd, instead of glare from stage lighting.

The crowd was very into the show. That's the good thing about general admission shows. We played to a great crowd because they all wanted good seats for Maceo Parker.

Maceo was fantastic. I'm not one of those kind of people that go around telling everyone that funk legend Maceo Parker talked to me, but he did. All that goes on in those kind of conversations is an exchanging of hellos, and then you go on with your life. We rocked, he rocked. Life goes on.

We stayed for the whole thing, ate our street meat, and then went home the same way we came.

Then I went to work the next morning.