11:50 AM
Well, the word is out, the jig is up, they've finally found me.

The Blues Festival was awesome, as expected. Good friends, good music, good food--I don't understand why you weren't all there. Personal highlights were probably Pinetop Perkins, Buddy Guy, Maceo Parker, and Lyle Lovett; good shows all.

The Little Richard Award for Style Over Substance goes to Bobby Rush (Superstar!)--Rush must have mentioned his name at least three hundred times in his seventy minute set (a feat which required squeezing his name into the lyrics of every song he sang and having a guy come on stage whose only musical role was to say "Bobby Rush!" over and over. Still a good artist and an entertaining show--just different from the rest of the festival. And reading the article linked above does realign my opinions a bit, I have to admit.

At the Festival, Andy spotted down in the crowd the man upon whom I now bestow the official OD moniker "Mullet King", and I moved in for the photo kill. You will enjoy the results tomorrow. Honest injun.

More to say--there always is, isn't there?--but I need to get some work done if I want to have a hope of making my Sunday game.