I forget the name of the one I went to in Jamaica, because I didn't enjoy it. It wasn't a cheap one. Since we already paid for everything there we had no incentive to leave. But it got boring there after 3 days. They played Marley's greatest hits over and over at the pool. Non-stop. It was like there were NO other reggae songs ever recorded. One night the band was good, the other nights other bands sucked. It was like the entertainment booker knew we weren't going anywhere and probably couldn't tell the difference anyway so he booked his buddies instead of talented bands. When we went out to eat it was like we were paying twice, once for the all inclusive resort paid in advance, plus whatever we got when we were out. On top of that, going out of the resort showed just how affluent vacationers are and just how disadvantaged regular Jamaicans are. We did see one good band up the beach. Most people were nice but there were two specific times I thought we were going to be robbed. It was REALLY bad when we went to the marketplace set up to sell stuff to cruise ship passengers when there was no ship in port. No other customers were there but us. People were desperate to sell us something. Anything. Desperate. There is nothing like buying a souvenir shot glass from one guy and feeling the "why didn't you buy my shot glass" stare from 40 other vendors. I'm sorry everybody, I'm not buying 40 shot glasses today...
Now everything is clear -- in mind and in tone. I have dewired all of my amps. They now run off of broadcast power from the mothership. ALL YOUR BASS ARE BELONG TO US!!!