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The party was thrown at Mad Jack's ranch/junkyard where Mad Jack maintained a bunkhouse nicely equipped with drum sets, a Hammond B3, bunches of amps and a PA. All this stuff was hobbled together from leftovers by Mad Jack and his late night technical associates. But everything worked, more or less, so we just kept playing for 3 days... The party went on day and night, for about 54 hours, from Friday evening through Oh-dark thirty Monday morning. Afterward, my friend T-Berd and I drove a few miles across the desert along with about a dozen other spent musicians to fall out at her High Desert Retreat for Wayward Musicians. We distributed ourselves from livingroom floors to garage rooftops and various out buildings, and crashed into the arms of Morpheus snoring in fourteen part cacophony... Half a dozen of us were stretched out all over Ms.T-Berd's front room. I could see, but that was as far as it went. As a matter of fact, it was quite a while before I tumbled to the idea that there..