Buddy Guy at The Birchmere
Monday night I caught Buddy Guy at The Birchmere. I don’t have an insightful review other than to say he was great. He told hilarious jokes, sang hilarious lyrics (“One of her legs was in the East, one of her legs was in the West, I was right in the middle, just trying to do my very best”) and told stories about playing Blues in Chicago fifty years ago with Muddy Waters. He’s 70 years old now but that didn’t stop him from playing Voodoo Chile with his teeth.
I do have a question though: Do young people (meaning, say, under 25 or even under 30) never go to The Birchmere? It must be the acts I’ve seen there but it’s consistently been the one venue where I as a thirtysomething feel like the young one. What’s up whippersnappers, you don’t like getting served dinner while you’re watching the rock show?
I guess I would’ve found a younger crowd if I had waited a week and gone to one of The Birchmere’s upcoming Taylor Hicks shows.