Concert Blog 8 (I think): AWATHD (Aaron Willams and the Hoo Doo) March 10th 2010 The Brink Lounge

Well yeah, your resident blogger can't count.  Have you figured that out yet?  But I figure you don't come here for numbers, you come for the... umm.. well I don't know why you come here but I will continue to kick out verbs and words for your enjoyment... and my sanity...

With that being said, here is the MO for the night.  Rough day at work, Sonny's helps, chill at the house, proud of my wife for sticking it out diet wise, have some Chinese food, then stare at each other asking what to do.  These nights usually end with nothing but tonight... lil different.

Saw on the ol facebook that Aaron and the guys were heading south.  Too Cool.  I was blessed at one point in my life to meet the southern gurls that promote the music.  Aaron and the men (some would say boys but well I digress) were headed south to rock the ATL.  If you haven't seen these guys yet, check my previous blog....  They are the real deal.. and they are not the musical a$$wholes you generally meet in this gig.  But again... I digress.  Must See Show.

My gig on nights like this is simple, spend some time with my wife, let my mind melt to some sweet tunes, and check out of the scene.  That was the scene tonight, but I had to tell the guys to say Hi to Gizmo (one of the sweet animals down south that I miss), and wish them well.  Shack, Z, and Aaron all asked where my harps were.  I would never... NEVER just bring in my harps assuming I was going to jam.  This is their gig, and the fact they asked was an honor.    BEGIN SIDEBAR

Several years ago, when my pops was around, we were hangin out listening to one of the harmonica greats pratice his craft.   At break he came to me and humbled me by asking if I would play a tune with them... I didn't have my harps.  Thus, I missed a chance to play for my Father.  Which, I won't let happen again.  So if you see me, I have my harps... song done  

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So we jammed some tunes.  Hmmm... how to describe... how to put into words what went down.


Enter a dark room, sound filling around you, it envelops you... not letting you see, or breathe.  A shriek comes from no where and with every strum, every pluck, your body moves.  Seemingly the fingers of a soulful sound pluck at the strings that are the chords of your life.  Every movement seems calculated, but the sound is not.  Time... Gone..... Hope... Restored... Sun.. setting while rising.... and your soul... made whole.  This IS music... This IS the Hoodoo.  Sound painted on a canvas... and I'm just happy to be a color that this band paints with from time to time.  Being a pigment of the art that is the music they play.

After all was said and done... some more dual harp action took place (see last blog).  Again, I cannot stress how cool Andy was jamming dual harp action.  So many harp players, so HUGE of ego's, and this guy has what it takes, sans the ego.  No wonder the Hoodoo embraces him.

Well, I should add some pics, and get some sleep.  I have a VERY stressful day tomorrow and I honestly want to just relish in the jam of what tonight was.

Enjoy the ride guys... and keep the bluz alive.

Til next time...