We had a lot of fun at the San In Beach Party over the weekend. Despite the bad weather, I’m told that this was the best turnout they’ve had since the event started 5 years ago, with almost 800 tickets sold this year. Although I was probably in the minority, I actually liked the fact that it rained all weekend; since I’m not much of a summer or beach person, it was nice that the temperature remained mild with low humidity. But, I was still easily irritated by having sand everywhere I didn’t want it to be.
About 10 of us made the trip in two cars (one a rental) stuffed with musical gear, clothing, food, etc. We finally left Hiroshima at 11pm on Friday, arriving at the party site at exactly 4am Saturday. As soon as we arranged accomodations, parking, etc. with the organizers and got our things unloaded into our rooms, the timing was just perfect for us to get down on the beach to enjoy a beautiful (although overcast) sunrise. The water was so refreshing, and I bet I wasn’t the only one who would have liked to have stayed on the beach just a little bit longer. But we were all exhausted (especially the drivers) and we knew that we would need to wake up at 10am at the latest to get all the gear set up for the afternoon performances.
I find it endlessly fascinating how, when people are put in situations such as this weekend where we were all tired, sleep deprived, and under varying levels of stress, one can begin to catch glimpses of a person’s inner personality, those areas that we may be more likely to hide or suppress in normal social situations. I wonder what sides of my “hidden” personality may have slipped out for the others to see? (Other than my near-obsessive fight to keep sand out of my futon, blanket, and pillow; I did manage to keep from barking at people to stop tracking sand into the room, but just barely.)
Later in the day on Saturday, I was having some trouble with my MacRack. Luckily it didn’t happen during my solo set, only later when I was jamming with Jamie, Gale, and a drummer whose name I didn’t catch. I think the problem was in the MOTU interface, and not the Mac itself, but I still need to spend some time checking it out. Saturday evening while we were moving gear out of the way to make room for other musicians, the power cable to my Mac was inadvertently unplugged while the computer was still on. Although I believe this isn’t a major no-no, it certainly isn’t the best way to shutdown a computer. Just a few hours ago, while unpacking my gear at home, I noticed that the “sleep mode” lamp on the Mac was flashing. Hmmm? How can that be? Well, it seems that when the power cable was unplugged, the battery automatically came on. Which means that the Mac had been running since Saturday evening - through the bumps and impacts that come with loading and unloading from vehicle to room, room to vehicle, vehicle to vehicle, and the 5-hour trip back to Hiroshima. I suppose I can’t complain too much if the Mac acts a bit testy the next time I power it up, but I hope I didn’t do any serious damage.