The Voice of God
I had to make a hard choice tonight. Z.Z. Top or Buckwheat Zydeco.
On one hand, saying no to a sold out show from the long-lived Z.Z. Top would be like saying, "No I don't need to know the truth behind the Kennedy assassination." You have to.
On the other hand, Buckwheat Zydeco has been touring for years as one of the king's of Zydeco music. The musical inheritence of Clifton Chenier is playing here. Mmmmmm
I hate these kinds of deciscions. Luckily it was made for us, when the Fabulous Bee and I hit the Z.Z. Top field and found about twenty thousand people standing in our way. I yelled at them but they refused to sit down. Then a friend told us that the police had directed the festival organisers NOT to ask the bikers to remove their colours.Mmmmmm
Buckwheat was awesome. I thought he had fallen asleep at one point when he bent over the B3 in front of him and didn't move for a few minutes. The Fabulous Bee fell in love with the guy who played the washboard thing. I thought he looked like Forrest Whitiker but nobody paid any attention to me.
Choice. Our gift. In order to appear gracious before the giver, we promised to use it, and He told us that if we came back complaining he was going be mad about it.
I complain anyway. I've made some right choices and sometimes you end up paying more for it.
I think Buckwheat could do a theme like that justice.
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One of the best shows I've EVER attended was Buckwheat at the Montreal Jazz Festival in 1991 (was it?). Over 80,000 people turned up on René-Lévesque Blvd to jump around in sync to that funky guy with the washboard.
Bee has decided that she wants a washboard. We wondered for awhile about where to get one and I suggested just pulling the rad out of an old car. The girl has no sense of humour, sometimes.
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