I just got back from Crockett Street. Tonight we saw Led Zepland at Antone's and they had a new singer from the last time I saw them. In the south, we're told, "If you can't say nothing nice, don't say nothing at all." So, I will leave it at that. In the movie Steel Magnolias, Dolly Parton's character paraphrases the old saying and says, "If you can't say nothing nice, come sit next to me." If any of you are ever sitting next to me, I will tell you exactly what I thought of the new version of Led Zepland.
We left Antone's and went to the Dixie where the body heat from the 20-somethings in lust ran us out of the place pretty quickly. We ended up at the place we probably should have been at all night. At the Star Bar, there were various musicians from some of the best local bands jamming together acoustically in various mixtures of said musicians. (I suppose that is the definition of 'jamming' isn't it?) There were members of The Kaiser Brothers, Buffalo Blonde, Knuckle Deep and Riverfly. At one point a guy got up and sang that wonderful Marshall Tucker song "Can't You See?" and I swear I got a little choked up.