We went to watch Paul Jones (ex Manfred Mann) and The Blues Band perform in Thornbury last night. He's another of those Peter Pan types - despite being 76 he annoyingly looks no older than about 50.
Like what happens at a lot of gigs, I'm convinced that a lot of the audience was on drugs - statins, blood pressure medication, viagra...
It's somewhat strange that while the blues idiom is meant to be about waking up in the morning and finding either your dog has died or your girlfriend as done a runner, blues can be some of the most tub-thumping music around. Perhaps blues musicians are happy when their dogs die or their girlfriends hop it...
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