Mama Sutra In Baja

There was a serious Wedding Party at Las Rocas, near Rosarito in Northern Baja California in honor of Rick and Promise, and MamaSutra was smack dab in the middle of it. First let me say that everyone attending the festivities was great…nice, positive vibrations and very very helpful moving the mountain of keyboards deemed appropriate for the incredible musical journeys at hand. Even though my schedule was slammed with traveling and two other concerts the same weekend, in Baja the energy ran wild. Friday night we set up our gear and jammed a couple of songs for a good long time while people hung out and partied, but Saturday night…Oh Boy! The music expanded and bodies contracted for hours at a fierce pace, letting up for a short break around 11 pm. There were people all over the dance floor, directly connected to the Sutra with a fat spinal chord of raging funk! Ben gave me a set list before we played, and we may have done the first three songs in a random order…somewhere in all of that the “Mama Ship” took off, and flew us all over the universe. Greg’s “Home Depot Light Show” and a few hundred feet of extension cords ensured a continuous good time was had by all. Mot was painting over by Russell and Dave sat in on guitar for a bit, but my favorite were the impromptu vocalists that sang and sang along while the band was rockin’ out. We played until the hotel security came insisting the party be shut down. After a brief negotiation “one more song” was granted. One more song eh? During “Dropping the Kids Off At the Pool” I motioned for a segue into “Jalepeno Rimjob”, and when we fired up our last one everybody got off. Somewhere in the middle of the song, the burning latin funk of Jalepeno morphed into a slow groove highlighting the hook, “Rick and Promise in Baja”. Lisa came up and and sang a “Feverish Blues” while every mic on stage boiled with individual expressions of a group high. We continued to push the envelope past the point of reason, and just when it seemed over for good, yet another song broke out to formally close the night. An concise version of “Just A Few” flew us all back into familiar territory funkifying the cool night’s oceanic breeze. As the music faded out, the waves took over, crashing over the rocks below us…Los Rocas had come to rest…well sort of. (o: