Paying the cost to see the boss...

Not The Boss, "the boss" aka "Love" in "When Love Comes to Town." The reigning King of blues. BB. Took an eight-hour train right after work to get to Virginia and thanks to the weather and the fabulous people at US Airways, it took 10-plus hours to get back. I was way late for work and had plenty of reason to sing the blues.

But back to the good stuff. Had spectacular 10th row seats at a very nice venue at the Ferguson Center in Newport News. I had seen BB earlier in the year and much of the stage patter was the same, but damn if it all wasn't as funny the second time around. His voice -- both on guitar and vocals -- is sounding strong, but he only plays/sings about 30 percent of the show, so he keeps one a-wantin'.

The blog photographer aka "ark" should be around at some point with some really awesome shots to share. After seeing B from several levels back a few months ago, it was cool to catch all the facial expressions from up close this time.

Oh, I meant to share the greatness of a tiny harmonica I got in Cape Cod last weekend. I jammed on the Soul Stew Revival's version of "The Weight"!!! At BB, I didn't jam, but I did use it to make myself known as an appreciator of the blues!

Forgive the BLUNTness of this blog. I'm still wiped, but I just wanted to let everyone know where in the F'n world Park was this weekend.

Coming up next? It's Splitsville for Park. Don't worry! Just two people in two different places. When not mailing in another day on the job (heehee), ark will be at Busch Gardens for not one but two Frampton concerts (wahhhhhwahhhhwahhhhhwahhhhhhh -- supposed to be the Geico commercial) and I'll be buddying it up with friend Liam at the Buddy Guy/George Thorogood show in NYC.

Ta-da! That's the end. ;)
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