Maybe its because I will probably never see that man perform again, or that I had never seen him before Sunday, or just that he has some magic mojo in his voice, or all those reasons plus a few more, that I have to admit to crying during his set.
He moved me.
It's been a long time since live music made me cry, with happiness.
The Bluegrass this weekend was some of the best I have seen, but Sunday morning church with King Solomon Burke was really special for me, and I am not the least bit religious.
Just needed to note that here.
Listening to:
Langhorne Slim