A weekend of royalty

This past weekend just left me stunned musically. On Friday night Laura and I went to see The Queen of the Blues, Koko Taylor at a small bar that held maybe 150 people. There's no experience quite like standing not 10 feet from a 70-year-old woman singing Chicago blues. Then, to make the weekend even more amazing, on Sunday night Laura, Shane, and Gwynneth (Laura's 11-year-old daughter) went to see The King of the Blues, B. B. King with maybe 1500 people. This was in a concert hall and we were in the 13th row, just off center. A few hours with King, currently 79, singing Delta Blues was a spectacular contrast to the music of Friday night. Top this all of with the fact that it was Gwynneth's first "real concert" and I got to buy her her first "concert t-shirt" I can't say I've had a better weekend in quite a while.