One Spontaneous Bad Ass!
All geared up to see the David Bromberg Quintet in an often overlooked, yet truly wonderful venue, The Newton Theater in the outreaches of Sussex County, NJ. I’ve seen many shows there and was once privileged to exhibit my artwork in the lobby of the former Vaudeville theater. I have subsequently become friends with some of the staff and been afforded the opportunity to meet some of my music making idols, such as Bill Kreutzmann and Leo Kottke.
Going to see a show at “The Newt” is always special because my brother lives nearby and we get to have a nice dinner and more often than not burn a cigar prior to the show. Brother Chuck has always been my number one fan. He helped fund my first show and put together my first website. Although he won’t admit it he is also a talented artist, and with his frequent business trips worldwide he keeps a sketchbook of psychedelic renderings that would give flashbacks to anyone who has ever “crossed the line”.
Chuck is also quite handy. He fixes shit that he sometimes breaks while trying to fix, he cleared a walkway in the woods with a freakin’ chainsaw and hatchet, he has his own tractor, he’s just a manly man! With that in mind can you picture when we pulled up his long sloping driveway, there he was with THREE greasy wrenches in his hand in the process of replacing a pulley on his garage door opener, wearing a nicely pressed, freshly laundered pale blue button-down dress shirt. I mentioned that he had better be careful not to get any grease on his shirt. With that he, without loosing eye contact with me, placed his oily right hand to his left chest and wiped his dirty palm and five fingers down his chest leaving behind a stain that you probably couldn’t Shout out.
The name is Webster, and we claim to be distant relatives of Noah Webster, of Webster’s Dictionary fame. So if i may suggest that next to the word “badass” the above picture be inserted.