A churning urn of burning funk . . .

. . . That's what Marc Broussard is. I went to see him again this past weekend (out of town of course), and he just was INSANE! I just about died when he covered "Unfunky UFO". There were at least 2 to 3 thousand people there. maybe more and maybe 20% actually knew who Marc is. The rest were quickly converted, especially the women. My favorite was the 8 year old who didn't want to come, she didn't like Marc, only Hannah Montana. Within 5 minutes of seeing Marc she was screaming "I LOVE YOU MARC" and pulling on the railing. Then she said it, she says to her mother "Momma, I don't like Hannah Montana no more". LMAO! I LOVE it!

Anyways here's me and old Bruce again . . . I'm buliding a collection of pics now. LOL




















And a concert shot . . .



















I am knitting my very first sweater, I'm just winging it. No pattern. It may have 3 arms and 5 neck holes but I'm trying! LOL

Toodles.

KIP

Knit in Public 2008. We were few but we had fun. Even made the local news. At 6 and 10!


Now, who wants my autograph?

Ringing, deafness and static, oh my!

I went to a concert Sunday night. Marc Broussard, aka the greatest voice my generation will ever hear. I think I fully regained my hearing yesterday. LOL!

The show ended a little after 1 am, I went back to the hotel (It was in Shreveport, you didn't actually think Monroe had something fun and interesting to go to did you? LOL), got in bed and I could still hear "hot pants, hot pants, hot pants make you wanna dance" This went on until mid-day Monday. My next phase of hearing loss was just deafness, everything sounded fuzzy and miles away, this lasted 2 days. By late Wednesday/ early Thursday the ringing & static set in. I seem to be over that now. This is what I get from standing next to a speaker 3 times my size, all in all it was so worth it. It was my second Broussard concert, I'm starting to know people there now. It's just an amazing atmosphere, the vibe at a Marc concert is so different than others, everyone knows everyone, you can freely talk to him and his band, and if your staring in front and move away, no one tramples you down to get your spot. Oh yes and there are no teenyboppers there either! HAHA!

Marc is such a sweet guy, he calls everyone "Darlin" with his little Coonass accent. He was sick as a dog but still managed to sound AMAZING! Anyways here are a few pics . . .


A bit blurred . . .



















. . . much better!


And a little video . . .



Meanwhile, my knitting adventures continue, I cast on my first pair of socks today! Pics and details coming next time . . . .