My beer, and White Buffalo’s beer

During a late night of live music, there is a moment when you give in to the evening.

Fans of live music know what I am talking about – that moment when you turn your mind off (no mental To Do lists!), and turn yourself over to being fully present for the music.

For me, it usually happens a few songs in to the night.  The lights wash over me, I can feel the music in my gut, and I’m in.

I’m now halfway through a sprint of shows for my birthday month (“Show-vember is Here!”), and I gotta say – so far, so good.  Last Wednesday night, I was lucky enough to see one of my favorite artists, The White Buffalo, at one of my favorite venues, The Crocodile.

Somewhat unexpectedly, I found myself at the front of the stage.  The opener, a Seattle duo known as Duke Evers, blew me away. I committed quickly and fully:  Yes, I am HERE (on a WEDNESDAY!). And yes, it’s going to be a late night and I have to get up early to pack lunches and get kids out the door before plowing through the rest of my daily list. I will be exhausted and my ears will ring all day. But it will be worth it.

Of course The White Buffalo kicked ass (and took names, a’la “The Pilot”), mowing through all of my favorites before releasing us out into the cold wee hours.   I was painfully, brutally tired on Thursday.  But, as always, it was worth it.