I'd like to speak on the concept of free for a moment. I can't tell you how many times greed has gotten the better of my better judgement and I've blindly followed pronouncements declaring free items: free credit report, buy one get one free, free shot of tequila if you just step inside. Most "free" experiences end with an intern at the bank spending a half an hour trying to earn a commission, or an evening of gluttonous chowing of mediocre food, or an evening surrounded by unspeakable debauchery in the haze of cheap tequila.
Even as freelancer, free from the life of commutes to work and 10-hour days living in cubicles, I'm saddled with the unsettling doubt of where the next paycheck is coming from and the crazy isolation of working from home (filling the void of the emotional roller coaster of office politics). That's what free gets you.
You see, people tell you nothing in life is free. And in general, I agree with them. "Free" just means you will pay with your patience, time and sanity. But last Saturday right next to Petco Park, I witnessed an afternoon and subsequent evening at the Belly Up of free music, no strings attached except maybe a few heart strings.
Celebrating its second birthday, the Southern Comfort Music Experience sounded too good to be true: Galactic, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Z-Trip, the Flaming Lips and an excellent local stage packed with SD-centric talent. Lis (my wife and eternal plus-one on the guestlist) and I went early to SCMX and secured a spot right on the barricades to check out Galactic (complete with MCs like Mr. Lif and The Coup's Boots Riley) and Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. The former sounded solid as always and lifted by Lif and Boots, The former looked like the aftermath of a tough night in Vegas but sounded gritty, raw and appropriately rock 'n' roll.
Just after BRMC's buzzing set, Lisa and I ran into an old friend, the verbose and wonderful Mr. Scott MacDonald. The knowledgeable Mr. MacDonald gave us two tix to Zap Mama later that same night at The Belly Up tavern in Solana Beach. We quickly accepted and scuttled home to eat dinner and prepare for even more free music.
After a rendezvous with Scott outside the Belly Up, Lis and I witnessed an incendiary set by Marie Daulne, complete with percussive vocals patterns and soul-tinged African funk jams. All in all, a very free-ing day on all fronts.
