
So during the break I'm pissin and moanin to Jim about how rude blah blah blah, and the band starts returning to the stage. The last one on stage is Bryan Lee being lead by his son. Turns out that this Les Paul Picasso is blind. Who would have thought that a musician wearing dark glasses indoors wasn't just trying to look cool? And why is it that his head wasn't bobbing around?
After the show Jim and I had the chance to talk with Bryan and the band. A bunch of down to earth guys that invited us to hang out and party with them. Then the craziest thing happened. To this day I still don't believe it. My brother in law mutters something about work the next day! Jim! What? Were you thinking?
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