Bonamassa band continued

Woke Up Dreaming was where the knotheads made their alcoholic presense felt, but the crowd around them shushamed (fugawi word) them into compliance, veteran Bonamaniacs that we are.  The master plays and we are stunned by his skill, and I for one, at his mastery of DYNAMICS. 

It does an old funky doctor good to experience a scorched earth performance that does not rely solely on a full blast frontal assault; something that those who were overserved missed until we (the crowd & Joe) captured their full attention.  heh heh…

When the crowd finally got quiet during Joe’s solo in If I Ever Get to Heaven, you know the part where he holds the never ending note waiting for that sublime feedback rocket launch, you could have popped popcorn in that microwave silence.  The tension was ELECTRIC.

When he stepped off mic and sang from center stage, we white knuckled the seats and held our breath.  This band is so tight and so in tune with the boss, they never miss a cue.  So they ended that tune and brought the house down on our ears.  We COULD NOT stay in our seats.

I lost track of the ensuing musical madness.  Joe did a coupla encores.  I can’t give an exact set list.  One of These Day’s I’ll remember it all…or not.  They went through all the medley tunes and my poor son was bug eyed trying to piece together all the songs and riffs that he heard in one ten minute tribute to head-banging & butt-kicking; the best of the rest.

At one point Something caught caught my eye (ear) and I was instantly carried back to the insanity of life on the road.  I won’t go into it here, but I will say that I’m glad that I’m not the equipment rental guy who has to figure out how to make a couple of those rigs fit for duty for the next customer.

And NO the band didn’t trash the equipment.  Don’t even think it.  The fact is however that the Bonamassa Band takes no prisoners.  They play hard.  They play loud.  They give no quarter.  They are not a bar band.  They are here to convert the unwashed heathens, the uninitiated.

Joe was thin and fit and wearing a suit (actually a blue velvet blazer and grey slacks.)  We can be proud.  In a moment’s conversation after the Cocoa show he stated quite plainly that even if there were 600 committed fans at a show and one new fan made, that fan is important and that show was a success.  Hope you don’t mind me sharing that Joe.  I think it’s important.

As a matter of fact I might just offer my services to you, Joe, when you are doing your “meet and greet.”  I, for one, have thought that people in a state of excitement might need a friendly reminder to keep things short and sweet and simple. 

“Thank you for the experience, Joe.”
“Thank you for coming to see me.”
“Will you sign this?  Sure…  NEXT!” 

Oh well, it’s not a perfect world.  A pretty female (with a bat) would probably serve you better than a 6’6″ ugly in that regard.  JUST KIDDING!

My drummer son said Bogie was one of the most amazing drummers he had ever seen.  When I asked him why he grinned and said “He can count to four!”  (Inside joke)  I allowed that we could probably set our heartbeat to Brother Bowles. 

Rick stopped briefly what he was doing to speak to my family.  Thank you mate.  Love You!  My old buddy Carmine wouldn’t hardly speak to me because he couldn’t take his eyes off my wife. hmmmm come to think of it, she didn’t talk to me either. hmmmm

My daughter said Wow they rock hard!  My guitar playing son (the Stoic) was amazed beyond description and spent most of the morning asking me questions about theory and what makes it Rock?  and what makes it Blues?  What about this or that scale?  I’ve created a monster.

I saw Ken and Susan there and many others.  I saw an old friend from the old neighborhood and she couldn’t believe that I was alive, sane, and a father.  Seeing her and her husband was an unexpected thrill.  Ah the world of Joe.

With the exception of the hesitancy of the new LP to feedback on cue through that two head stack he was using for the Fla mini-tour, I really couldn’t tell a BIG difference in Joe’s sound last night and that $40 million stack he was using last time.  The tube screamer was working fine.

Joe made a very nice reference to being real glad he interrupted his schedule to come to Florida and we are all extremely grateful he did.  So Thanks for that Joe.  AND…

Thanks for being the dedicated musician, performer & businessman that you are.  I ain’t kidding.

Much Love

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  1. Terry Tull

    White knuckles hanging onto my seat while Joe played.
    Saw him two nights ago in St. Catharines, Ontario, Canada. Absolutely awesome! He brought tears of joy to my eyes throughout the performance.
    What a band!
    I first saw Joe at ArtPark, Lewiston, NY, a night when his parents were in the audience.
    I can’t get enough of him.
    It all started with a gift of Sirius satellight radio from my kids. Sirius Blues brought me to hear Joe. What a pleasure!

    Keep coming to Canada, Joe!

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