Popsicle Toes

Yeah, this is out of order, but I forgot....

On Friday the 15th, our friend Willard Dyson was in town to play with Michael Franks. Michael has been around for a while. He's now a middle-aged white guy with a very silky smooth voice. Pleasant. His main claim to fame is his song "Popsicle toes". In our house, it's also known as Wendy's Theme (especially in the winter). I was no stranger to this song, having lived it pretty much my entire life.

We were escorted to excellent reserved seats at Yoshi's, Oakland. Normally, it's a drag to go there where you either pay for a pricey dinner and get in early to tag your seats, or you pay up the wazoo to reserve early. It's a crappy system, but they've gotten away with it for years. Our table mates were friends with the keyboard player so we were all, "with the band". It's how I like it - how I roll.

Of course being "with the band" when the entire audience's average age was about 60 wasn't particularly exciting. That said, as I looked around the audience (recognizing a few faces from here 'n there), I saw a very enthusiastic crowd (about as enthusiastic as middle-aged white guys get listening to "smooth jazz".

Thankfully, unlike my normal self, I did not fall asleep! It's a blessing and a curse. I can, and do, sleep anywhere, under any circumstance. This time though, as mellow as the music was, I managed to keep my eyes open the whole time. A new first for me.

I enjoyed seeing Willard play. Willard is a very cool guy. From a distance, he's pretty scary looking, but knowing him as I/we do, he's just a gentle giant. I was appreciative of the free tickets, and of getting to hear Willard, but Michael Franks - well, let's just say he left me feeling a bit like my toes.