The main reason we had for coming to Puerto Peñasco happened last night. The Circus Mexicus concert by Roger Clyne and The Peacemakers. Unfortunately, my camera wasn’t up to the task of getting decent photos from way back in the crowd. But, if you want to see some great shots, check out the ones posted by our friend Mark over on the band’s Facebook page.
Leading up to the big day…
For those who don’t know or remember the story, read here about how we made a connection with some RCPM fans from Portland, Oregon in Ensenada Blanca, Baja California Sur, Mexico.
A couple weeks ago, we got an e-mail from Dave telling us about how they had pretty much figured they weren’t going to be able to make it to the show this year. However, that was before they ran into Roger Clyne following a show in Portland. He sat at their table in the restaurant and shared a bunch of cervezas and maybe a shot or two of tequila with them. One thing led to another and, next thing you know, he’d put them on the guest list for the show. Now they had to go. And so they did. And, just like we planned last fall, we did indeed get together. Dave and Heather stopped by Siempre Sabado a few days ago and we had a really nice visit.
On Friday evening we went out to JJ’s Cantina at Cholla Bay with Mark & Barb to attend “Hot Dog and a Smile”. This is a hot dog feed put on by RCPM’s drummer PH Naffah, to benefit the poor kids of the Rocky Point area. There was also some live music playing during the event.
But Saturday was the big event. During the opening set by Sons of Bill, it looked like it would be a pretty small crowd.
However, as the sun went down the crowd began to fill in. By the time RCPM hit the stage, there was just a huge mass of people where that nice manageable crowd used to be. The stage should have been set up down by the water instead of the other way around. Would have made it a lot easier to see. And the deep sand, which was hard enough to walk in sober, was a real obstacle for the, shall we say, less-sober faction in the crowd, many of whom seemed to be very large males who would do a lot of damage if they fell on you.
We had gold wristbands which supposedly were VIP. We got to stand on an elevated platform way down the beach, so pretty far down below the stage, and supposedly had our own porta-potties and bar. But, just by walking around the sea side of the bar, anyone could use the “exclusive” potties. And, of course, the bar was open to everyone. The view from the platform was better than we would have had if we’d been in the middle of the crowd but, it wasn’t good enough to warrant the price. We won’t make that mistake again. Next time, General Admission will be just fine, thanks. We talked to several folks who have attended numerous Circus Mexicuses. One lady with 8 CMs under her belt said this was the WORST venue she’s ever been to. Another couple who also have about 8 CMs behind them said that this was definitely the BEST venue they’d ever been to. From our point of view, it was okay but we didn’t think that the sound was very good. Usually, we can tell within one or two notes what the song is going to be. But last night, it was so muddied and low volume that we had a hard time on a lot of songs. That doesn’t take away from how hard the band worked and what a great show they put on. Never seen another band work that hard. Just wish the sound had been better. We stood in the front of the VIP platform through the first set and then wandered around during the second set. We had a ride out to Wrecked with our friends Mark & Barb. We told them on the way that, if we got separated and they felt like leaving early, not to worry about us – we’d get home just fine. Once the show was over we walked past all the taxis and went looking for M & B’s car. Got all the way to the main road without seeing it. Walked back towards Wrecked to double-check and to catch a cab if the car was indeed gone. The car was gone but, by then, so were the taxis. We assumed the taxis would return and just keep running back and forth until there were no possible fares left. But, I decided to stick my thumb out and the very first car stopped and asked if we needed a ride. This couple was from upstate New York (Rochester) and were, thankfully, sober. They gave us a ride almost to Calle 13. From there it was an easy walk the rest of the way. Got home about 1:30 AM which is WAY past our bedtime. Amazingly enough, we were both up this morning before 8:00. And, we followed Roger’s advice and paced ourselves. As a result, we woke with no ill affects from the very few beers we drank last night.
Mark just e-mailed and offered us a ride back out to JJ’s for some photo ops and hopefully, to meet Roger, so that’s how we’ll be spending our afternoon. I’ll let you know how that works out.