I love live music. Especially good live music, even though I have been known to suffer through some questionable acts to enjoy the talent of one of the band members.
Absolutely incredible performance.
Several of the ladies in the audience were more interested in his flexing muscles and eyes, but they really added to the atmosphere. If you’ve never been to the Ryman, it’s a cozy theater, where none of the 1298 seats is no more than 100 feet from the stage. The seats are church pews, very fitting for the hallowed hall. The flooring is all wood, which makes for a rocking time when everyone’s stamping their feet, both on the main floor and up on the balcony.
When we bought the tickets, they were adamant that no cameras be brought into the auditorium. Wouldn’t you know it, right before the show they announce that we can take pictures from our seats. Aaaarrrgghhhhh! All of the cameras were at home.
The boy can wail on a guitar, with incredible feeling, flow and technique. He has truly mastered his art. It was a pleasure to watch. Especially when he got giddy after he discovered that he had blown his amp. Ooops.
If you get a chance to see him play, you must.
My other project has kept me very busy. If you aren’t sure about what that project is, look at the pictures here. That project has kept me so busy that I’ve actually managed to miss the peak of fall color here, which is, hands down, my most favorite part of the year. But with a lull in the project, we got out for a look just down the road.
It was cloudy, cold, wet and windy. Great lighting conditions for photography, but not so good for standing out in. I was thinking about the conditions and how it couldn’t possibly get any worse, except for a good hard rain. I got what I “wished for”.
Get out there and enjoy the show, whether it be manmade or natural.
p.s. If you are scratching your head at the title of the blog, read this.