Chromeo Day 12, Stradbally, Ireland

So, about that stuff I said about the hotel staff last night... I was hoping that things would be different this morning when I went to find breakfast, but no such luck. Again, the front desk and concierge were utterly useless, even downright rude, and none of the staff I passed in the halls would even say hello. I will specify that this commentary is not meant to reflect on the Irish people, because all the ones we talked to last night were great. I just think that no one likes working at this hotel.

But so be it, on we go. We made our way over to the Electric Picnic in Stradbally, about 45 mins from our hotel. We got there just early enough to have some nasty catering dinner and get setup. Again, we were put in the dance tent, but the people still came and loved it. There were a couple other bands we were hoping to see tonight, ie The Sex Pistols, but the timing was all wrong. We didn't stay too long after the set.

Once we got back to the hotel we went by the pub in the lobby again. It was pretty quiet tonight, it was Sunday after all. Of the handful of people there, a couple ended up sitting down with us. Turns out one of them is the guitarist with George Clinton and the P-Funk All Stars / Parliament / Funkadelic, or whatever the band name is now. We ended up hanging out for about 3 hours, just sitting around talking. We heard lots of stories about his grandchildren and why the monitor man is so important to a band. Solid.

Pretty good way to end the evening.