“Guy Forsyth is the bluest
"Guy Forsyth is the bluest man I know." - me
What a fucking amazing show. He did a lot more slide guitar last night (varied styles... delta blues, roadhouse, etc.). He had a pianist that I had not seen before. Wendy Colonna was with him again. He did something that I don't think I have ever seen... and I was completely blown away. The band started this song and after the first verse, he put the mic down and stepped to the edge of the stage... hopped off... in the middle of the noisy, crowded blues bar, he started wailing this song out at the top of his lungs... his voice pierced through everything and it was perfect. Guy is amazing. Absolutely amazing. So, he walked around amongst the crowd, singing in front of people... loud enough for the entire bar to hear... no mic... just him. Then, while the band did some solo fun, he went behind the bar, did a shot, came back out and finished the song. I don't think word can do his performance justice. Later, he did the saw thing and even a song on ukulele (that was pretty funny). Sean and I even got to see stupid people tricks as drunk women kept trying to do these sexy dances for Guy in front of the stage and they would fall down. Now that's entertainment. The drunk men kept spilling their drinks all over the place... not quite as fun, but hey... I'm easily amused. I had to drive Sean back out to Lakeway after the show, but we got some coffee at Kirby Lane, so I was ok for a little while. I probably wouldn't have made it back alive if it weren't for the coffee (7-11 coffee sucks ass, but it has caffeine... woohoo!), ephedrine (those little "mega super hella energy diet heart workout" packs you can buy at the 7-11 register), Red Bull (need I explain?), sugar rush (I normally don't like sweets, but I needed some go juice), windows down, A/C on full blast (shrinkage... it's shrinkage!), and me singing at the top of my lungs for hours on the way home to my El Crapo brand rental car stereo. I made it in around 5:30 this morning. I had no voice, was all jittery from overload, and my eyes felt like someone pissed lemon juice in them, but I made it. I didn't get to bed right away because I had work (like actual job work) to address. I wasn't feeling well. I won't go into the details. I took a quick cat nap, took the car back, and headed into the office. Conference calls and a million emails later, here I am. I feel like hammered shit, but damn! Guy was excellent last night. I would kill for a hot bath, a glass of wine, and a cool, dark quiet room with no interruptions for about 2 days. Ho-hum... back to the grind.
What a fucking amazing show. He did a lot more slide guitar last night (varied styles... delta blues, roadhouse, etc.). He had a pianist that I had not seen before. Wendy Colonna was with him again. He did something that I don't think I have ever seen... and I was completely blown away. The band started this song and after the first verse, he put the mic down and stepped to the edge of the stage... hopped off... in the middle of the noisy, crowded blues bar, he started wailing this song out at the top of his lungs... his voice pierced through everything and it was perfect. Guy is amazing. Absolutely amazing. So, he walked around amongst the crowd, singing in front of people... loud enough for the entire bar to hear... no mic... just him. Then, while the band did some solo fun, he went behind the bar, did a shot, came back out and finished the song. I don't think word can do his performance justice. Later, he did the saw thing and even a song on ukulele (that was pretty funny). Sean and I even got to see stupid people tricks as drunk women kept trying to do these sexy dances for Guy in front of the stage and they would fall down. Now that's entertainment. The drunk men kept spilling their drinks all over the place... not quite as fun, but hey... I'm easily amused. I had to drive Sean back out to Lakeway after the show, but we got some coffee at Kirby Lane, so I was ok for a little while. I probably wouldn't have made it back alive if it weren't for the coffee (7-11 coffee sucks ass, but it has caffeine... woohoo!), ephedrine (those little "mega super hella energy diet heart workout" packs you can buy at the 7-11 register), Red Bull (need I explain?), sugar rush (I normally don't like sweets, but I needed some go juice), windows down, A/C on full blast (shrinkage... it's shrinkage!), and me singing at the top of my lungs for hours on the way home to my El Crapo brand rental car stereo. I made it in around 5:30 this morning. I had no voice, was all jittery from overload, and my eyes felt like someone pissed lemon juice in them, but I made it. I didn't get to bed right away because I had work (like actual job work) to address. I wasn't feeling well. I won't go into the details. I took a quick cat nap, took the car back, and headed into the office. Conference calls and a million emails later, here I am. I feel like hammered shit, but damn! Guy was excellent last night. I would kill for a hot bath, a glass of wine, and a cool, dark quiet room with no interruptions for about 2 days. Ho-hum... back to the grind.
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