We followed the sound to the John Lewis rockabilly explosion which, predictably, rocked. All the Coimbra hipsters wore their finest soda fountain dresses and gas station uniforms. I lost my wedding ring I clapped so hard after the Hank Williams cover that I had to interrupt the band to petition the audience to look for it. They did. I found it ten minutes later in Karen's bag and did a little guitar solo dance, just so the audience knew everything was okay.
John Lewis, btw, is Irish, and after two decades of playing I finally understand why it's not the blues and why it's not country, yet I know every chord.
Saturday, June 29, 2013
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