Wailing with The Wailers

I did not have the courage to worm myself through that elbow-to-elbow crowd to get closer to the stage. Instead we just shook our booties from the upper level.

Walking from the club to the parked car I thought my neighbor and I would perish from the cold. Heels in the snow, what a stoooopid idea.

I love ANY live music; the fact that a bunch of people can all play a different instrument and make it sound so good.