Stacie and I went to see Buddy Guy tonight.  First off, he was excellent.  I had a f'in great time.  And to start on a good note, the audience was incredibly respectful.  He played some songs so quiet that he would shout from the stage and ask if we could hear him (it was the Performing Arts Center, so imagine how big that is to be able to hear him shout over the band). 

Anyway, he was a great entertainer.  Hell, he's a living legend!  It was a great show. 

There were, however, some shortcomings.

First off, the old man in front of me smelled bad!  I'm talkin bad!  He had onion stink breath, B.O. masked with heavy cologne, and kept leaning forward in his seat, obstructing my view. 

Second, and most disturbingly, people were responding to Buddy's crowd banter as if he was actually talking personally to them.  During one song, he sang "I wanna make love to you woman." and some guy said in the absolute whitest voice I've ever heard "ALL.  NIGHT.  LONG."  Pathetic!

Also, he was doing the usual, Gainesville rocks garb and made a joke about watching out for all the alligators.  At this point, one guy said, in conversational manner, "Alligators...blah..Georgia...Gainesville....don't....watch....blah....alligators..."

Shut the fuck up.  He doesn't care.

Regardless, it was probably one of the best concerts I've ever seen in respects to the audience listening overall (despite the few examples I've highlighted).

Which brings me to the theme of this essay. 

Shut the F up when the Blues legend is talking.

Currently listening: A Ghost Is Born By Wilco Release date: By 22 June, 2004