I don't swear that much. Ok, ok, that's not true. I swear plenty. I do NOT swear as much as my husband does however. He swears up a storm, which I don't mind except when he does something like drop a napkin on the floor and swear as though his family has been ripped from his embrace and imprisoned. That makes me a tad crazy. I must say that Owen does a mean imitation of him though, and Leo just rolls his eyes and says, "That's Dad." I do hate it however when he uses the words 'motherfucker' or 'cocksucker' however. There is so much tied up in those two words that they make me crazy. And yet... Last night as I sat in my little spot by the jukebox listening to Bill Chambers, Arna Georgia and Bucky playing....the words "World Class Motherfuckers" just kept going through my head. They were so freaking incredible...just astounding. And all night when I kept waking up (always a sign of an outstanding concert) I'd think to myself....world class motherfuckers.
Good God...the talent lined up in front of us was nothing short of astounding. And damn but it felt good to hear real country music. It was all made better by what utterly delightful people they were. Bill's wife, Kate, and his son, Tyler, were there as well and were absolutely lovely. And when I mentioned to Bill that our friend Angie Heaton had given him her shirt off her back at a show years ago he remembered her right away....it just made the night even better.
A good crowd including some new faces which I loved...and wonderful old friends as well. This kind of night is exactly why we have house concerts. It does our hearts so good....it makes us strong. Thanks to Bill Passalacqua and Kevin Elliott for helping to make this happen, and heartfelt thanks, and love, to Bill Chambers, Arna Georgia, Bucky, Kate, and Tyler. Travel safely. We hope to see you down the road.