Well Hello my blog reading world, it's been a full seven days since I've come out to play. I apologize, sincerely, because twas not for lack of blogging material.
So yeah, this past weekend was NEBY Fest. Just one more reason for me to exclaim how much I love my Northeast roots. The fest was superb. There was a perfect mix of engaging of my mind and spirit. Plenty of laughter. Plenty of learning. Plenty of reflection. Plenty o'fellowship and love. Amen.
Last night I went to the best concert ever. Ok ok, the best concert I've been to in awhile. Sometimes I think if I truly love the music, and the musicians truly love what they do, every concert is the best concert ever, period. Anyhow, Robert Randolph and the Family Band are simply amazing in person. And by in person I mean literally four feet or less from them. They took the stage at 9:50 pm, and went til 1 am (I had to bail at 12:30 am though, being an adult with a job and responsibility blows sometimes). The jamming going on last night was superb to the nth degree. Robert Randolph, you're my hero.
Today, I had a bit of a live music hangover, if you will. (and I will). My ears are just now starting to lose the ringing that's been plaguing them all day long, and sleep has tried to take me over many a time today. But if you know me and my love for nights like that in my life.... it's all inconsequential compared to the fire I got burnin for the music I love.
"well get on up and get that groove back in your move"