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The Real Jam
How many Sunday morning jam sessions (official ones) can there be at Fuji Rock? The answer is: your guess is as good as mine. I mean, Sunday morning is clearly for the keeners and the freshers and those of us that have to do this. Everyone else is ripening in their tents, sleeping off Saturday’s boozy festivities. So Sunday morning jam sessions are, like, soooo not on their radar. But there must be a few, since I ended up at one on the Avalon stage when I should have been at another at Field of Heaven. Unfortunately (or fortunately, I guess, since my head was still pretty fuzzy) the one I was at was the mellow of the two. Mellow. I mean, so mellow they didn’t even bother to finish songs. So mellow they talked to sound tech guys onstage as if the audience wasn’t there (they were, by the way). So mellow the gal with the gorgeous voice singing “la la la” lyrics played an imaginary keyboard. Okay, well she was kinda sitting down on a chair with her guitar in her lap showing the sound dudes where she wanted the keyboard to go if she were to have one–but still.
A couple of acoustic guitars and some keys. People napping on the hill. People content to just…take it in. Whatever it was. I couldn’t quite tell if it was a sound check or a jam session or something in between. It was waaay too early in the day for this writer. When I finally figured out I was in the wrong place (this was something called “NGO Powerage Talk Beer & Gorillas & something to do with living creatures cos my kanji fails me”–I’m absolutely not shitting you here), the actual jam was winding down over on FOH. And it was much more stimulating. Guitars–electric ones! They even had a drum kit. What the hell was doing over at the thing. This was an altogether better thing. Singing. Some solos. Bass. Shakers. A crowd that was groovin’. I have no idea who any of these musicians are on stage, but they are making a glorious Sunday morning ruckus. And then it ended. And I really needed some breakfast.
