Gold Lame' Goodness
A friend and I went to a bar last night to catch one of Dallas' best blues acts. He's a perennial favorite of local blues fans, magazines and newspapers - constantly nominated for yearly awards and, more often than not, winning them.It was fantastic. The music alone would have been enough, but the atmosphere magnified it three-fold. There in the front was his entire family, cheering and clapping and dancing along; his son is the bass player in the band, and you can tell daddy's had a world of influence; his student came out to hear him play (and sat at our table since the place was PACKED); former drummers and friends were allowed to sit in for a couple songs; he was engaging and funny and full of life, and that translated to every person in the room.
And the music. Oh, the music. It pulled on your soul and made you laugh at the same time. The guitar solos reached a piercing poignancy, and when the keys kicked in you couldn't help but bob your head along. It's been a long time since I've seen a show that was completely fulfilling in every way, right down to the guy in the leather bomber jacket doing the white man's overbite and having a blast no matter how silly it may have looked. He felt it, and I think it'd be safe to say so did everyone else that walked through the doors last night.
Thanks, Junior Boy.
picked from the vine by sv @ 10:54 AM
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