Skip sung the other verses. The energy was unbelievable. There is a crater, smoldering, in Selbeyville, where they busted that tune out. I was front and center for the night. My knee cap is screaming at me this morning from stomping my foot to the beat, on that row of tiles they have running back to the mixing board. Apparently, I really needed a show. Just a really great, easy day that left me not dancing but just standing, watching it all unfold. This band is just so enjoyable. Their playing is mesmerizing. Jeff on Comes a Time was swimming deep. Never better. I lost control of my limbs while dancing to the jam in Dancin’ with some hippie chick I remember from a few years back. Afterwords, another girl standing there said, “you have some energy”. I said “I just worked a lot of shit out”. “I am cleansed!”. The sign of a successful show for me, I shake out the angst and recharge the batteries. Mission accomplished last night. Brought to tears twice, Comes a Time and Brokedown. Fitting lyrics for me. To end the show with “gotta get back to the garden” Christ, I’m a gardener.
Woke up to rain on the roof, drove through rain to get there but things let off and the skies cleared for the show. Ran into a rainstorm on the ride home too. I went early and swung by the Nanticoke Indian museum in Millsboro on the way. They have a nice collection of artifacts to check out. Nice appetizer before the show.
Perfect break from the daily grind, so appreciative for the entire band and everyone behind the scene. These people are dedicating their lives to us. Fortunately, they’re having just as much fun, getting just as much out of it. Thank You.