Hey, the concert at the Palms was grand. Tab was the same authentic cajun blues boy he always is, and he was on top of his game. And very chatty, which was mostly fun.
My favorite song of the night was a pure blues number from Albert Collins, called Dirty Dishes. It made me wet my drawers, in a good way. Sadly, slow blues isn’t Tab’s favorite thing to do. I wish it was, he’s so damned good at it. I have a movie of it but it will make your ears (and eyes, think Blair Witch) bleed so I’ll spare you. Take my word for it, though, it was really fucking great! Here’s a piece of an mp3. It’s way too short, though. I wouldn’t even bother clicking the link if I were you. Was you. Something.
Tab had a different bass player (Leon Medica) than when he was on the boat with us. He acted like he didn’t particularly like Leon, but I thought Leon was *really* good. He’s from a band called Louisiana LaRoux. He’s had ahold of the bass so long his body has changed shape to accommodate it. One shoulder a little higher, a stance that always takes the bass into account with right hip back a smidgen. He was one with his instrument and I liked it very much. He was one of those old weird cats that I’d sleep with, given the proper circumstances. 🙂 It’s all about the music, baby. And the sex.
I’ve figured out something sort of depressing or funny, depending on your point of view. Has to be mostly funny, I think. When I’m at concerts like this, it’s always a particular crowd, and they mostly don’t move around that much. Old and considerate, I guess. I, on the other hand, look like Autism girl, rocking back and forth in my chair, making weird noises, humping up and down, and generally looking *different* than anybody else in the vicinity. I can’t actually help it unless I’m comatose, but I had never thought about the autism angle before. Made me laugh at the concert. Bob, too.
This is where we were sitting in relation to the stage. Close, and we could set our beers on the table there. The bass kept rumbling them off the table, though. Luckily, the ones that fell were always empty.
Tab, first song, lighting me up. Not the song, just me. WooHoo!
Singing “My Bucket’s Got A Hole In It” (and I can’t buy no beer!)
He said, “I’ve got them deer-in-the-headlights lights on me and I can’t see. Is anybody out there?”
Tab, all smiley. If he was that pleasant naturally, he’d be a joy to be around. Cynical bitch that I am, I thought he was good and high all night.
Leon’s an old hippie lookin’ guy, note the tie-dyed shirt. I have one, too.
I am the world’s worst photographer, yet that doesn’t stop me from sharing this crap. Enjoy!
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