I'm having writer deja vu. Having already tried to write about what I had bore witness to now nearly a week ago now. Concerts seem to come and go it seems. Having been to a number of them I can tell you there are some I flat out don't remember or would like to forget. I've seen some of the best musicians on the planet and I've seen a few of the worst. 3rd Stone could be one of the greatest I've seen, now twice live.
But Brad seriously, the greatest? If I could explain to you the first time I experienced them in a concert hall at the end of the night at Suwannee. I'd truly come to see Bernie Worrell with a back up band. Honestly. I had no idea what I was walking into. I found my usual spot, middle of the floor and back so I can soak it all in. I didn't move from that spot until the last note echoed through the chambers. Dried tears were on my cheeks or they were frozen, it was freezing temperatures that night.
This band was playing out of their minds. A cohesive steam engine of emotion on a runaway course through your soul and down and out of your legs. You can't help but gyrate away and lift your arms up in praise.
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