Thursday, June 15, 2017
Sing me back home
I was going as a strict civilian, just enjoying myself, no camera but the phone, so don't expect nothin' special.
We headed first for the flower exhibits. Mostly glads, orchids, dahlias and roses out yesterday.
But the dahlias were so amazing. Probably my favorite all time show flower but I don't think I have ever actually grown them.
We made our way to the gem and mineral collection and then the fine woodworking.
New shoes with cheap orthotic gels, feet in general insurrection mode so I walked over to the paddock to get a seat on the grass for the concert and take a load off. Leslie went over to see Collective Soul, said they were great.
Did you know that Elvin was a National Merit Scholar who majored in physics? Charlie mentioned that they hadn't ever played much together, even though they both cut their teeth in Chicago at the same time. They mentioned their favorite respective south and west side blues clubs.
Took them a few songs to find a flow but they did. Charley mentioned that they had a hundred years of the blues between them. Not a great mix. They got to the song old school and it started really sounding pretty good. Hints of the electric wizardry that powered the Butterfield Band when they were the gold standard in Psych blues. And Charlie is just so damn good.
Not to keep bagging on the age thing but it was the oldest crowd I have ever been a part of, I was the spring chicken, didn't see any oxygen tanks but was definitely hit by the thought that the aficionados of the kind of music I like are not getting any younger. Hope to score the Depends™ concession one day.