4th
Blues to Blow the Blues Away
Saw a blues band last week at Bobby G’s in Berkeley. They blew the roof off the building.
I aint lyin.
Proprietor Bobby G himself joined in on harmonica, and he rocked, it was brill, haven’t heard smokin’ blues harmonica like that in a while. Turned out to be just the medicine, as I had showed up with blues of my own, for reasons blues is usually caused. It’s the same for everyone, yet unique in every case. So a gr8 blues set, a slice of Bobby G’s famous pizza with roasted garlic and fresh tomatoes, and voila, the blues is sent on their way, for a time. Meandered down to Ashkenaz for the “dance-a-thon” benefit and Zulu Spear reunion show. Adam Beach, my favorite tenor player in the world who also happens fortunately to be in my band, used to tour with them and he was onstage, wailing out. More cure for my blues.
Music is irreplaceable. The music business may be wallowing in the worst Mickey Mouse Club Meets Nazi Cabaret In Tipper Gore’s House Saccharine Auto Tuned Ersatz Rock Soulless State Of Mainlined Piffle in recent memory, but live musicians, doing their thing, still have the power to take a sad heart and make it glad. I can’t think of a thing with more inherent value.
