Come one, come all.
lw
Whew!
We made it back no worse for wear.
The evening started in a pioneer cemetery in rural Nebraska communing with the ancestors of our pal and guitar god, Ricky D. My little truck did OK the last quarter mile or so over the rough trail through the cornfields and onto the prairie. Man, talk about isloation. Ricky want to buy that piece of land and I don't blame him.
SO Spear came out at 10 as promised. And the dude is looking beatifically old in a youthful way. While spear and the boyz rocked da house, I'm not sure if'n dat man broke a sweat even once. He was king-kool on that stage, beating those congas like nobodies bidness. And spilling those sweet reggae lines he's known so well for.... "Talk to me, people! Do you want some more reggae music?" Two hours of niabingi bliss. There were nine or ten katz on a stage made for five at the most. Da groove just grew and I think I maybe even caught spear skanking a bit on stage when I opened my eyes once, but only for a second.
Then, on the way home, we got side tracked by a line of thunder storms tracking across the prairie. We ended up on some desolate gravel road commanding views all around and watched the approaching storms as the only lights in deep, dark sky. So what if the two hour return trip consumed 3.5 hours. We made it safely home from a quality show that had real-life adventures on both ends.
Jah bless Winston Rodney, da burning spear!
lw
sounds glorious, LW! :twisted:
Sounds like a good time. I love old cemeterys. There is this one up in the hills, TJ's got some relatives there. But the thing I love is they don't seem to have rules about what you can put on your family plot so people do all kinds of neat stuff.
Yah, mon. You turned me on to Burning Spear with a show you sent me, good stuff.