Getting there was painful. 3 hours in LA traffic (really due to my bad planning). But I obviously got there early enough to score a perfect seat – C12 which was 4 rows from stage and center stage.
The performance was great. Performers were Sean & Sara Watkins, Jon Foreman, Fiona Apple, Grant-Lee Phillips, and others. The format was very loose. Sara would discuss with the band what should be the next song, and this changed due to the guests on-stage. There were 4 others in the band, and 3 other guests that I did not recognize or catch their name.
I did not recognize any of the songs except for a few of the Christmas songs. Fiona belted out “Frosty the Snowman” which was incredible. That girl needs to eat a cheeseburger. Everyone was on stage for a “Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer” version set to the Police’s Roxanne.
At the end of the concert, Sara said some of the musicians will be playing in the Largo “Little Room”, a bar with room for about 100 (my estimate). I chose to leave when seeing the line to get into the bar was about 110 people. It would have been awesome to get inside.
Largo does it right for performers and customers. No devices are to be used: no phones, texting, calls, pictures, etc., or you are booted out. No late admittance, and starts close to the scheduled time. A limited beer/wine selection at The Little Room.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Another Excellent Costa Rica Trip
Just finished another 2 week Costa Rica trip.
Flew into LIR with Bert. We met at the Houston airport. Time for a burger and beer then board the aircraft. Rob met us at the airport for the 2.5-hour ride to Nosara. A long ride on paved roads except for the remaining .5 hours. No sleeping in the back seat.
Rob and Anne were, as always, the most excellent hosts. Morning surf sessions were followed by a ‘Rob’ – which is a one-half orange and one-half water in a large glass by the saltwater pool. Need the sugar – need the water.
This was followed by a combination of nap and computer time. Rinse and repeat. Most times we bailed on the second session of the day due to sloppy conditions.
Karla and Jeff were on the beach on my first day. Karla asked when I arrived – my response was that I just arrived and would be in CR for 2 weeks. Her response was, ‘welcome home’. Wow. Thanks Karla.
Tres Amigos and Anne enjoyed Nosara dinners. Tuesday night was at the Iguana for schnitzel! BBQ was another night, and Rob put on his usual incredible dining experience. Usually, by 8pm most were nodding off.
I met Heather from Nova Scotia, who was in town for 2 weeks? We talked and surfed a few sessions together. Enjoyed the conversation and hope for more future surf sessions. Good person.
Rob took Bert, me, and our boards to WRSC at the end of the first week. WRSC had a different vibe. This year had a large turnover of workers. Julia from Canada was surfing. Later, Jon from Boston was there. I did catch a few surf sessions with some new faces. One of which is a guitarist who asked if I knew where to get some guitar sting in Costa Rica. Huh?
Turns out Casey Clark is quite the accomplished guitarist. When just hanging around post surf session, I realized his guitar musings were what I usually pay to hear. Good stuff, Casey.
Robert August was at WRSC for a few drinks and dinners. I ran into Courtney and Ginger (known from previous trips) and they said Robert was a dirty old man. You expected different? Robert participated in two evening talks and signed posters (and my cap).
There seemed to be quite a bit of drama in the camp. I usually slept thru most of it, but a 25-year-old New Yorker girl flaunted her body enough to get the attention of m-a-n-y guys the proceeded to string them along. She managed to get Robert August to sign her poster and chest (shouldn’t have been hard to do). Last night got ugly with her roommate’s belongings being tossed out of their condo. You cannot make this stuff up. I have always said, there is a movie here.
Casey, Phil, Eddie, Phillip, Jim – good new surf buddies. I’m not too keen on WRSC anymore, but the surf buddies make up for it. Just wish we got to Ollie's Point (too much wind).
Flew into LIR with Bert. We met at the Houston airport. Time for a burger and beer then board the aircraft. Rob met us at the airport for the 2.5-hour ride to Nosara. A long ride on paved roads except for the remaining .5 hours. No sleeping in the back seat.
Rob and Anne were, as always, the most excellent hosts. Morning surf sessions were followed by a ‘Rob’ – which is a one-half orange and one-half water in a large glass by the saltwater pool. Need the sugar – need the water.
This was followed by a combination of nap and computer time. Rinse and repeat. Most times we bailed on the second session of the day due to sloppy conditions.
Karla and Jeff were on the beach on my first day. Karla asked when I arrived – my response was that I just arrived and would be in CR for 2 weeks. Her response was, ‘welcome home’. Wow. Thanks Karla.
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| Jeff and Karla |
Tres Amigos and Anne enjoyed Nosara dinners. Tuesday night was at the Iguana for schnitzel! BBQ was another night, and Rob put on his usual incredible dining experience. Usually, by 8pm most were nodding off.
I met Heather from Nova Scotia, who was in town for 2 weeks? We talked and surfed a few sessions together. Enjoyed the conversation and hope for more future surf sessions. Good person.
Rob took Bert, me, and our boards to WRSC at the end of the first week. WRSC had a different vibe. This year had a large turnover of workers. Julia from Canada was surfing. Later, Jon from Boston was there. I did catch a few surf sessions with some new faces. One of which is a guitarist who asked if I knew where to get some guitar sting in Costa Rica. Huh?
Turns out Casey Clark is quite the accomplished guitarist. When just hanging around post surf session, I realized his guitar musings were what I usually pay to hear. Good stuff, Casey.
Robert August was at WRSC for a few drinks and dinners. I ran into Courtney and Ginger (known from previous trips) and they said Robert was a dirty old man. You expected different? Robert participated in two evening talks and signed posters (and my cap).
There seemed to be quite a bit of drama in the camp. I usually slept thru most of it, but a 25-year-old New Yorker girl flaunted her body enough to get the attention of m-a-n-y guys the proceeded to string them along. She managed to get Robert August to sign her poster and chest (shouldn’t have been hard to do). Last night got ugly with her roommate’s belongings being tossed out of their condo. You cannot make this stuff up. I have always said, there is a movie here.
Casey, Phil, Eddie, Phillip, Jim – good new surf buddies. I’m not too keen on WRSC anymore, but the surf buddies make up for it. Just wish we got to Ollie's Point (too much wind).
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