|The Thrill is Gone|
As a part of my birthday present, a few weeks ago Rachael surprised me with third row tickets to see B.B. King tonight. I was speechless when she told me about the gift, but that paled in comparison to my reaction when I saw our seats first hand. We were close enough to the stage to hear the clicks of amplifier switches and instrument knobs. We could hear the whispered conversations between musicians as they prepared to start the show. It was unbelievable, and then the show began. After walking out onto the stage, B.B. King, a musical legend, was sitting feet away from us holding one of the most famous instruments in music history.
This feeling continued as B.B. worked his way through a his set. Between each song B.B. chronicled portions of his life, told a few jokes, and shared observations he had on members of the crowd. It was strange seeing a man whose presence was larger than the auditorium around him make everyone feel as though they were listening to a grandfather tell stories in his living room on a Sunday morning. We were all hanging on his every word, and the only thing he cared about was making sure each of us was happy and entertained.