I liked the album cover.
I clicked the 30 second samples; immediately I called my husband to join me. “Listen to this guy– (consulting the screen)…Eric…Bibb.” After listening to a few licks, Curt said, “Get that CD.”
So I’m going to start off tonight with a song called
Goin’ Down Slow.
but this is the most unique venue.
I grew up in Queens, and you just don’t see
sights like this when you live in Queens.
I feel like I’m on an album cover.
A thought occurs to someone brilliant: why not bring him to the Rim for a concert? Sitting on the edge of Joseph Canyon, The RimRock Inn is what’s called a destination restaurant. Our friends have worked hard to make a meal at the Rim an exquisite occasion.
Tuning a guitar is just like airplane maintenance:
it’s always worth it.
They seated 80-100 people on the outside deck with Mr. Bibb on a platform five feet away. He introduced each song with a story, some background or introduction. He plays some thumping 12 chord progressions, clap-along, foot-stomping songs. But he truly excels, I think, with love ballads that make you want to hold the hand of the one you love.
are not normally considered
suitable topics for the blues.
The sky was a robin egg blue. The temperature teeter-tottered between perfect sleeveless and grab a sweater. Our friend Darrell Brann opened with a full repertoire of crowd pleasers. The aroma of fresh bread was followed by a salad with crumbles of chevre; prime rib and baked potato entered; dessert was your choice of rhubarb, marionberry, pecan, apple or mud pie.
My mother is a wise woman. I haven’t always taken her advice,
but when she heard this song, she told me that I should include
it in every set I play. And I’ve done that for twenty years.
A Swedish gospel singer asked me to write it; she wanted
to sing a song with a blues feel and she wanted to sing in English.
So here it is: a Swedish-gospel-blues-in-English song.
Isaiah and his folks were at the concert. Isaiah, saved from a deadly brain injury.
Afterwards my good friend leaned against the railing looking out towards the horizon, tears on her face. She said, “I didn’t know any of the people he mentioned in his song One of My Heroes but I know exactly what he means by “dead and gone…still livin’ on.”
Eric Bibb touched us all. He made us smile, clap, sing, sigh. I left thinking of the lyrics of one song he didn’t sing last night:
love is my food,
sweet gratitude the air I breathe.