Ozomatli

Went to an Ozomatli concert. Been to several Orishas concerts and they know how to throw a party. But really, this Ozomatli performance topped them all! From start till finish, one enormous fiesta! Anybody that was not moving on the floor was a Michael Jackson, dead as a dodo (or a Swede).


At the end of the gig, the band stepped of stage into the audience, and grooped together in the centre of the pit. While the curtains closed and the roadies started breaking down the stage, the band kept on playing. Surrounded by an ecstatic crowd.

They continued for a while, before they started parading around through the audience, and after a few tours, they left the pit. Some appeared on the dancefloor later that evening when the DJ had taken over. One of the LA homies even accepted a getto-handshake from one of my pigmentally-challenged-yuppy friends.

Never eye the beer of a Swede.


Just before we were kicked out... either they were shocked by our dance moves (white guys/galls (and a Swede)... what's more to say), or they were really closing.

Outside... on the hunt for a late night greasy snack... never mind how much beer my body would have absorbed, this would never be a place were I would sit down... although... it might help you to prevent the scent of the whopper to tickle your nostrils.

Found a decent spot. Is that an order for two beers, or is he missing some fingers?

What's in the bag... food?
No... what where we thinking... it came from Burger King.

No more time to waste, give me my fried cow.
Eating it is serious business.

A resting Whopper.

He wasn't feeling comfortable... he sensed something coming on...

It turned out to be a big thing that was coming on to him...

At one point... I was sure I saw a mob hovering over our table... when that happens, it really is time to call it quits.

(captured on Nokia 6120, 2mp)