A Barking Dog

As luck would have it, I’m on the same flight I was last time flying out of CD de Mexico. This time though, minus the the harrowing ride from Veracruz and without Chucho sleeping on my luggage. The went well, save for a few last minute set change snafus. One of which being someone writing over my lead voc channel with not only a different label, but different settings. It seems as though after I stored, prior to the tech starting a new scene for other band he started to store some settings, let other band’s mon guy start tweaking ande then realized he hadn’t stored it in another scene. At first the slightly drunken surface tech tried to blame me for it. Sure, I labeled the console (on LED strip no less) with the name of other band’s primary guy and butchered my settings. I’m not too fond of the SY80 anyway and would prefer an H3k for this. It was good to see Chucho, Roberto and Alberto, along with the lighting guy whose name I can’t remember. They were working on a lot more stout rig than when I was there last. Forty V-DOSC modules, sixteen DV-DOSC, a couple of piles of V-DOSC subs, a bunch of La Grupens and I had a herd of SM400s and some 24×6s while we all worked a pair of SY80s while a perfectly good XL4 and H3k set on the dock.

There was a bit of calamity along the way. I won’t go into too much detail, but a very good friend in the party was striken ill the night before the gig. He claims food poisoning and the mexican doc backs him up but it was the most violent case I’ve ever seen. We were just about to dine at Karisma, the mexican joint in the square (more like a circle) across from the Starbucks and the hotels where the well heeled locals and tourists stay. Karisma is the kind of place you can watch the sun come up (and on other gigs we have) but this time our priorities revolved around reviving our friend who had just plunged headfirst into the tour managers salad. I told him to get what hair he had left out of the tour managers plate when the backliner noticed he had passed out. Holy shit!. No really. We all worked to revive him with the help of the staff and a party next to us. Pretty scary couple of moments.

It’s almost six am, we didn’t get back until a few hours ago from the gig, so I stayed up. The shop with the fork and knife sign opened a few minutes ago, but good hot food is in short supply. One thing I’ve noticed in many international departure lounges, is the lack of good restuarants and hot food. It’s one thing when your flight leaves from the domestic gates of a good airport, choices a plenty. Most of the rest of the party is headed to Hotlanta for a symphonic/pops package. A couple of the band and I don’t do the symphony gigs anymore as it’s a quartet only. We’ll meet up again this weekend in Memphis, where I’m looking forward to some good BBQ. I really don’t get a lot of Memphis Q so any suggestions would be appreciated. From there we have about 10 days off before we hit Europe and the summer leg, proper.

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