Laughing all the way to the Grove

Sometimes my life confuses even me. Playing berimbau at the Bohemian Grove with my Dad and Carlos Reyes was one of those moments when I caught myself in utter disbelief and total ownership of the situation. Usually I would be more likely to be one of the protestors outside the gate, but I was permitted entry as a musician. And lo and behold! The people on the inside were talking about the same things in the same ways as the people on the outside. It was quite a nice place to play, jam, and just hang out with my Dad. How about that now?