Losers, more losers, and me, the real loser
Man the Indians suck! Lack of baseball fundamentals aside, they are just not exciting. There’s no explosion of offence, just the inevitable implosion of the starting pitcher. No bunting, no hit and run, no stolen bases, no homeruns, no double steals, no nothing. I cannot thank my friend Ken enough for inviting me to see the game from his increasable seats (ten or so rows back, just to the first-base side of the plate). I enjoyed being there and spending time with my friends. I enjoyed watching major league baseball, and there were several very good plays made by both teams. Man the Indians suck.
After the game, I went to Wilbert’s. It was the first time I had gone there since they moved (way overdue). It is a good thing I got the tickets off the radio, although I am pissed I wasted a free show on that nonsense. A southern California blues band with a new “groundbreaking” CD just out. I could have expected what I saw. They all play pretty well and had obviously been doing the show for a while (i.e., they had the act down pat). Too pat. Soulless white boys playing well rehearsed blues, with a strong boggy-woogie basis. No sale! Dave, who plays with Becky Boyd and Crazy Marvin are both better harp players than Rod Piaza, and for sure better performers. Maybe 40 years on the road has taken it out of him, but I don’t think he was doing anything that would have been that creative even in the 60s when he started.
I shouldn’t say disparaging things about the crowd, as it was a Wednesday night in Cleveland, but what a bunch of losers and posers, mostly the former. You know when you go to a blues show downtown and there isn’t a black face in the crowd you are in the wrong place. Sometimes being different and not fitting in is a good thing. I was certainly glad about it last night. It was free, so what the hell. The place was nice, nicer than the old Wilbert’s, and I will go back. Next time I’ll definitely go to see a band, not just because I was going to a ballgame and was already downtown.
After the game, I went to Wilbert’s. It was the first time I had gone there since they moved (way overdue). It is a good thing I got the tickets off the radio, although I am pissed I wasted a free show on that nonsense. A southern California blues band with a new “groundbreaking” CD just out. I could have expected what I saw. They all play pretty well and had obviously been doing the show for a while (i.e., they had the act down pat). Too pat. Soulless white boys playing well rehearsed blues, with a strong boggy-woogie basis. No sale! Dave, who plays with Becky Boyd and Crazy Marvin are both better harp players than Rod Piaza, and for sure better performers. Maybe 40 years on the road has taken it out of him, but I don’t think he was doing anything that would have been that creative even in the 60s when he started.
I shouldn’t say disparaging things about the crowd, as it was a Wednesday night in Cleveland, but what a bunch of losers and posers, mostly the former. You know when you go to a blues show downtown and there isn’t a black face in the crowd you are in the wrong place. Sometimes being different and not fitting in is a good thing. I was certainly glad about it last night. It was free, so what the hell. The place was nice, nicer than the old Wilbert’s, and I will go back. Next time I’ll definitely go to see a band, not just because I was going to a ballgame and was already downtown.
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