Do Not Get Me Wrong
I like white people. I really do. I mean, my mom and dad are white. But there is something about a giant crowd of white guys with khakis, polo shirts tucked in, and cell phones on their belts that makes a blues club a little less, well, bluesy. But despite that, I still have to say that the Kingston Mines was rockin’, because of the performance of a guitarist named Quintus Mccormick. This guy was absolutely laying it on the line, stepping out into the crowd and speaking to the people without saying a word.
The Kingston Mines was sort of like a blues club you’d expect to see at Disney or something: really cheesy, but a whole lot of fun. The artists would pick a few people out of the crowd to come up on stage and dance. Most of the songs they played were covers. But the artists playing them were tremendous, and they were entertainers as well as musicians, ensuring that the crowd had a good time. It wasdancing on stage an extremely smooth performance, perhaps a little bit too much so. If I was in Chicago one night, and I had to 
choose between the Green Mill and the Kingston Mines, I would undoubtedly choose the Green Mill. But the Mines certainly aren’t a bad place to end up.
It looks like we’re rambling on, and I think we’re going to end up in St. Louis, although things there still seem to be a little messy. Hopefully we can find a hotel that’s offering electricity, as hundreds of thousands of St. Louis residents are currently doing without. We’re going to try to take a little bit of America’s most famous road to get down there, Route 66. But 66 is no longer really a full road. It kind of winds in and out of the interstate, but I’ve been told there are a lot of signs to help you navige it. So we’re hoping to get our kicks.
2006-07-21
5:40:55 pm
