Five-Triscuit Respite!

Oh man, I am tired. It's a long story, but I am home again after a great time at the Monterey Jazz Festival! I got back last night at around one, and had to work at seven, so I haven't had too much sleep, and it's catching up with me now, I think! Ah, yes, but the festival was great! One person there everyone should know that was Bobby McFerrin. Wow. That guy is still goin' strong! He did not do "Don't Worry, Be Happy", but he did a pretty good jazz set with Jack DeJohnette all with just his voice (and a little chest percussion). The highlight of the set was when his son, Taylor McFerrin came onstage and did some first-rate human beatboxing. That guy is amazing. Definitely fun stuff! There were many legends of jazz, as well as awesome fresh faces.

The best part of being down in Monterey was really visiting my relatives that were there for the occasion. NPR DJ and West Yellowstone official, Uncle Fred Rice was there with his daughter Meg Adair (usually pronounced "Megadair") Rice. Greg and Lo Cootsona of Chico, Ca. of earlier blog fame were also in attendance. And of course Grandma-ma Rice was there digging the whole jazz scene that she loves. I think everybody had a good time! A tad raucous at times, but fun!

Some highlights:

--Vodka Gimlets at Il Fornio (fast becoming a tradition!)
--Picture taken at the summer vacation home of one "L.J. Chazen," the unknown person that started a small (but now much larger) in-joke at last year's MJF. "Mmm yes, that was a five-triscuit solo!"
--Beautiful sunset at the beach just before the Saturday night show.
--Swimming in a very frigid ocean!
--Seeing a Leslie speaker :)

I'm sure there are more! But alas, the sleepiness is getting the better of me I'm afraid! Until next time, blog-o-teers!