Thursday cont'd
Dear Diary,
Sunglasses have been an essential item of apparel here, ya won't catch me outside without 'em.
Roy, you were SOOO right! What a treat that was watching Albert from the front row of an audience of no more than 200 people gathered in a tiny little park in the middle of Hagerstown under a perfect, deep blue sky and at a perfect temperature. It doesn't get much better than this.
We eventually left home around mid-day-ish, already behind schedule - but what else is new? This gave Cathy ample excuse to display her formidable skills behind the wheel! (I can't remember how many decades ago it must have been since I was last a passenger for so long, rather than the driver.) This broad can drive. At one point I saw a sign that said something like: 'Aggressive driving discouragement zone' and pissed myself laughing at the thought. A bit later, when we hit some heavier traffic, Cathy showed me what that meant.
The drive to western Maryland took us through more stunning scenery - tunnels of lush green foliage, rolling hills and woodland, the likes of which simply do not exist in Holland - all to the sounds of Albert and Sunny Landreth. So, I was already in my daily 'gobsmacked' state when we eventually arrived in Hagerstown just after the 'doors' had opened. There were maybe 10 people there, so we claimed our front and center seats with no problem. Cathy (naturally) kept running into people she knew, lots of introductions.....
The band arrived, mucho hugging and back-slapping ensued since both Cathy and Bob "The General" are old and good friends of Albert's. By the time the show started there must have been around 200 people present, making this possibly the smallest 'show' I've ever attended. Albert rocks! I know that he played 'Working man blues', 'I feel good' and 'Blues makes me feel so good' (Eva ). Cathy would have to fill in the others. During one song, the band suddenly lurched into Feat's classic 'Dixie chicken', though Albert kept getting stuck for the lyrics and had to be helped out by the audience. I loved every minute of it!!
We went to eat at a bar after the show, located across the street from the brilliantly named "Pioneer Hook & Ladder Co." - a small fire station. Cathy met more old friends, including Chip Eagle, the publisher of Blues Review. Albert turned up later and we all exchanged liquid pleasantries before he picked up the Gibson on offer and jammed with the local bar band to an audience of maybe 20 people. More grand stuff!
(I have loads of pics to illustrate, but since uploading from here is horror I'll have to keep them to a minimum for now - see also the Albert topic in Other artists.)
It was way after midnight when we eventually said goodbye to Bob (thanks for the great music you brought and see you at the Birchmire) and pointed the hemi beast homeward. There could be no other ending after such a day than to slowly liquefy in the cauldron before bed.
The 'value' of this trip is already 'priceless', and we haven't even got to Joe yet.
RIP Iron Man
Rock On and keep the Faith