Was supposed to get off crutches tomorrow - not quite ready, so I am on
them for another week. Starting super mild PT this week to see if it helps my knee
problems (due to the surgery), then we'll see how I'm doing in a week.
1:21 am.
Just returned from one of the more disturbing yet
enjoyable experiences of my life. Blind Boys of Alabama. Black gospel.
Good gospel.
Pre-show, I'm worried about being on crutches, but I'm thinkin' this
should be a tame crowd. I'll probably be a minority there, but as well as
we all
know, (sorry, this is a stereotype, I hope it doesn't offend anyone)
southern church-going dressed in their sunday best black folk are about
the kindest people in the world.
We arrive. Pretty empty, handful of folks on the floor. Fast forward
through opener #1. Opener #2 sings a song about Meth Lab Boyfriend, while
people beside me, in front me, behind me, around me smoke pot. Not a
small joint, huge pipes! Black southern praise jesus gospel, dreadlocks,
pot & beer.
Wow. The crowd, which I thought might thin after the Meth Lab Boyfriend
and Cat Food Sandwichs band, stuck around for BB of A. At least their
music was phenomenal. Nice arrangment of amazing grace.
Welcome to California.