Good god.

Sigh...

Back in Chicago and I fly home this evening. My feet seem to have been surgically removed and replaced with two burning tender stumps of pulpy flesh. Remind me not to wear high heels for about three years.

Each night has been a tour of liquor-ish flavors what with margaritas, whiskey drinks, gin and tonics. Spent much time running around with the WEFM, (wee elusive Frenchmen) including Mr. Don Cavalli. That rocked. He's a feisty one...and so wee! Oui.

I am proud to announce several things regarding music.

1) Jerry Lee Lewis showed up and played his heart and soul and guts out. He really is a killer-diller, despite being about four-hundred and seventy-three.

2) I met Ike Turner and he was awesome. He was looking at me so I walked up to him and mumbled something akin to, "I-I-I- wanna mettchou." He was muscular and compact, wearing an expensive track suit and possibly the bling-iest Star of David necklace I've ever seen. I asked him if people recognize him a lot and he gruffed, "Yeh." He offered to get his picture taken with me and so there is now one with me, Ike Turner, Brad Fordham, Lisa Pankratz, and Marti Brom. When I get it I'll post it.

3) Barbara Lynn, soul chanteuse and ass-kicking thumb-picking left-handed funk guitarist, played this festival and I about died when she tore into "You'll Lose a Good Thing." Hot damn, but I love that song. She talked non-stop patter withthe audience, drawing them willingly into her personality until we all stood transfixed, temporarily rendered helpless by an urge to either scream out, "A-MEN, sistah!" or plunge headlong into background vocals, doo-wop hands, shiny costumes, and fake hair.

Whoops! Already got the fake hair bit covered. In fact, I'm already there.

Anyhow, I decided Barbara Lynn is the compendium of bad-ass women musicians. She really TRULY rocks that funky beat...plus she lives in Beaumont and I'm gonna find her and sit down and have a chat.

More highlights later. Mostly I just want to go home and see my kitties, my bed, my cell phone which I lost, and a couple of my friends. Yay.

Nappie time.