Tonight

Going to see Joe Bonamassa tonight.

Hampton Beach Casino.

Hate the Casino. Love Bonamassa.

Blues, baby. Rockin', soulful, from the heart, expose the soul blues.

This man is amazing. He plays guitar as if he was Jesus' handpicked entertainer.

Fucking amazing.

Been a long, rough haul over the past year. Been a while since I got a chance to dig some live music, music that makes me who I am; music that keeps me alive.

Going without Carol. A little guilt there, but then again this is not the type of concert she would dig.

We had tickets to see David Crosby at the Tupelo Music Hall last year. Show was on November 18. Carol had her brain surgery on November 2, so it didn't work out. Luckily I was able to sell the tickets for full value on the night of the concert.

That was crazy good and, obviously, a sign that Jesus loves me.

Anyway I was a bit heartbroken about that because Croz is a sensitive troubadour whose solo music is exquisite. I have never seen him solo.

But I was also heartbroken about what Carol was going through and I could not leave her alone.

So I have tonight. I am psyched. Going with a close, much-loved friend of mine and a couple other guys.

I do hate the Casino. This place would have been good when I was a crazy-ass teenager but I am way beyond that. First of all they pack you in. No fucking elbow room. I need room to roam. I need room to breathe in the music and exhale sublime happiness.

Invariably, you gotta wait a fucking hour and a half to get through the men's room. There is always a line.

I am 64. I have zero patience for lines; I believe I have earned the right to not wait in any line anywhere. I believe I have earned the right to comfort and ease.

I am 64. I have to piss a lot.

SO............I will not be drinking beer. In fact I will not be drinking much at all.

Last time me and my friend went to the Casino it was close to a disaster. I brought a sleeve of Jack Daniels nips for the ride to and fro. For me. My friend does not even drink hard stuff.

For some strange reason he did that night. Needless to say he got shitfaced. We both got shitfaced. Neither one of us should have driven that night but we did.

Carol killed me when I got home. Rightfully so.

That will not happen tonight.

I am not over the top crazy about this. It is just something that I need.

Something that I really need.

I think my soul will be somewhat resuscitated tonight. I think my heart will be partially healed.

Can't wait.