We got to the Sam "Lightnin'" Hopkins thing and it was so incredibly wonderful and so damn cool. Almost everyone was there, meaning most of the Houston blues scene and most of us musicians. My pater familias was running around already drunk and interviewing and filming everything. The media was there. We'd brought a bottle of Seagram's 7 that didn't last nearly long enough, what with everyone taking pulls on it from time to time. Naturally Leo and George were there, even one of my librarian friends. Music writers, academics, degenerates--you name it! All our pals! I saw that the local councilman hadn't shown up so I promptly sat in his front row reserved seat--I knew he probably wouldn't come! Actually he did show up late, but took a seat on the stage/dais, so his seat in the front row would've gone to waste anyway, and I am, after all, Bella The Adela and SHOULD'VE been in the front row! Chuckle!
After they unveiled the marker (story here by my little music writer pal) much photo commencing began and then the music started. Jon's band was the opener. I was so proud of him! God he rocks my world. So we were there for several hours, taking pic's, visiting, networking, having a killer awesome time. Then Leo got it in his head that we would go visit Lightnin's actual grave, and Jon was even up for that, so when things finally wound down we all headed over to the cemetery, which was actually quite nearby. After awhile walking around looking for the damn thing (the cemetery guys finally showed us--hee hee) (we'd had a map drawn by the Lightnin' marker organizer guy but we didn't interpret it correctly) we took pic's and I had the idea for the 5 musicians (me, Stefano, Leo, George, and Jon) to place our cowboy boots (Converse sneakers in George's case) around the grave marker for a cool photo.
After that we bid adieu to Jon and went to Spec's for the UNT One O'Clock Lab Band concert. How freakin' cool is that! Besides I needed to stock up on Crown Royale, and I got the new Black label (90 Proof, yo!). While there Little Drummer Boy called me up to see what I was up to and he said they were going to eat at all our favorite Taqueria so me, Stefano, Li'l Bro, and Leo headed over there and commenced drinking muchas margaritas w/LDB and a bass player pal. Apparently I drank a lot of 'em. And got a little rowdy. Jon came and joined us later and the merriment continued. The waiter at one point wasn't sure he should serve me another, but he did, yay! Finally we bid adieu to Jon again and the whole dinner group headed over to see the documentary film, Thunder Soul.
Will be finishing this post later, to be continued...
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