Ummm. Yeah, no it’s not. Not even close.
But what a great tune.
One we got to see played live Thursday night.
First off, for those of you who are fretting over the silliness known as Valentine’s Day – I’m sorry. Goddess let me off the hook regarding that day while we were dating. Simply put, the day doesn’t make her feel special, so what’s the point?
Instead we celebrate (Goddess’) Day. I inserted (Goddess) to save you all from the pain of my syrupy pet name for Goddess. Besides, it’s just between me and her.
Anyway, (Goddess’) Day happens to fall on February 16th, which is the day that I proposed to her in the middle of White Sands National Monument in New Mexico. Right at sunset. That day makes her feel special. And no, the thrill is definitely not gone. And if you ever get a chance to visit WSNM, I highly recommend it.
So last week, I happened to browse across the link for the B.B. King concert at the historic Ryman Auditorium in Nashville, which sold out in minutes back in December (so I thought). Much to my surprise, I found that there were actually a few seats available. We’re both big fans, so I snatched up two and decided to make a night of it to celebrate (Goddess’) Day.
What a great show!
The warm-up act was Buddy Guy, who was just amazing. His set was unfortunately only one hour long, which he filled with ten minute songs and jams. Seriously. Thirty minutes into his show and he was just finishing up his third song. And he’s quite a showman, playing tricks with his guitar while playing, even leaving the stage and strolling through the audience while playing. He had the whole place rocking, which takes on a new dimension in the Ryman, which is an old church with a wooden floor and wooden pews for seats.
Which makes for amazing acoustics.
After a 45-minute intermission, which proved once again that the Ryman is the only place I’ve ever been where the line for the men’s room is huge and the women walk straight on in, B.B.’s band took the stage.
The next two hours were incredible. B.B. even apologized for keeping us so late, ending the show after 11pm. But he was clearly having a great time. And that’s what impressed me the most. Here’s an 83-year-old guy who’s been playing for over sixty years (he even mentioned that he was playing clubs before most of our parents were born), but he clearly loves what he’s doing.
And the two thousand people in attendance definitely loved what he was doing too. The entire show pulled hoots and hollers from the crowd, lots of clapping in time and plenty of toe tapping. Again, on the wooden floors and pews, the toe tapping takes on a whole new feel. During quiet portions of songs, the crowd kept time, which sounded pretty good. Except there are quite a few in the audience that didn’t have any rhythm. Some so bad that it’s a wonder that they could even procreate.
Here’s Buddy and B.B. playing together (in what appears to be a video from the 80’s). No video or pics from last night’s performance. The camera nazi’s were in full force, swooping down on people as soon as they lifted a camera. A few were even escorted out after repeated warnings.
After the show, we were starving. We were hoping to grab a late-night breakfast at IHOP, but the one that we knew about was closed. Since when does IHOP close? So once again, the romantic side of me comes out and there I was, at 1:30 am, treating Goddess to Waffle House. Reminds me of the romantic birthday dinner we had for her at Kentucky Fried Chicken.
But we won’t go into the reasons for that one. This is a family show.
Is the thrill gone? Not for B.B. King. Not for Buddy Guy.
And certainly not for Goddess and I.