It was the dead of winter. It was freezing cold and snowing. We went to the
gig anyway. Our wives thought we were morons. Maybe. The bar was full of
local folks. They didn't care about the weather. No one was driving. In
Hoboken everybody walks. There is no parking. Once folks were in the bar
the weather was good reason to stay. With each measure of blues that we
played our audience warmed with enthusiasm. Blues does that to people.
It lightens the load. It warms the soul. When good music meets the soul
there is combustion. It's the reason we play. A band that's been together
for over ten years feels this. No need for discussion. When the music is
good there is combustion in the player's soul as well as the listener's.
These are some of the blues we played that night. They are recorded live
in their raw state. No embellishments. It is what it is. Four guys
locked together in the moment of musical creation. Four discrete
personalities forged into a single effort that produces a whole greater
than the sum of its parts. Proof that there is being beyond the senses.
At 3am we closed exhausted and fulfilled, only to have our spirits
diminished by one ugly ride home.