Club Sixty

November 15, 2009 - 19 Responses

imagesOne musician used a cane, and the horn player sucked oxygen after his solo, but no one came onstage in a wheelchair—unlike the Johnny Winter performance a few months back (what a buzz kill that was). And though they could’ve sold Rogaine with the tee shirts, Taj Mahal rocked.

Which is more than I can say for myself.

They called me “Disco Debbie” in the seventies, but now I can’t even dance unless I take my glasses off. It’s such a conundrum: eyeglasses make me feel like a schoolmarm—and not in a wild, Mary Kay Letourneau kind of way—but if I take them off, I can barely see the band.

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