Just got back from the 25th Anniversary Chicago Blues Festival in Grant Park. My friend Randall and I stayed for most of the afternoon and saw a wide variety of entertainment. There was a great mixture of old and young people on stage, people who were connected to the music bloodline and people who weren’t, and full blown polished bands to stages that had only one dude with a guitar and a microphone.

So I suppose the festival is one of those ’something for everybody’ ordeals. I for sure got my something but given my terrible memory have already forgotten the name of the two guys that lulled me into a stupor for over an hour. Never mind their name at the moment, the important part was watching people staight up rocking. That was quite rejuvenating. These guys had me dancing like, what Randall refers to as, ‘the 40-year-old mother who is comfortable in her own skin and wants everybody to know it.’