Cinnamon Whisky and Shake Down

Friday night I went to a concert of the band Shake Down, a cover band of The Grateful Dead. Already the drive to Hartford was so much fun with listening to the great wild and exciting Bebop tunes of  Charlie Parker, Dizzy Gilespie and Max Rouge at Massey Hall 1952 while Snoop Dogg's voice on the TomTom directed the way. A extending chill out in the car with more jazz and some bigger sips of cinnamon whisky followed before Ali and me joined the bar. The composition of the concert audience was very diverse. Adults in the fourties, girlies, hip-hopper,  heavy-metal rocker, even groupies all went crazy and danced like hell with evening's proceeding. Even the cool Berlin hipster, appropriately dressed with wolly hat wearing his holey canvas tote bag (thank you Leila), got thrilled by the swinging rhythms and grooves, shaking and bouncing his head and started to dance. I had a lot of fun and enjoyed to see all these happy and thrilled people on the dancefloor around me. The special moment of the night occured during the concert's break. When I hung out with Ali in the car smoking a joint, someone suddenly knocked on the car's window. It was the lead guitarist of the band, a 58 year old men. With his white long hair and glasses he had more the appearance of Santa Claus. However, while Ali and me had to cough like teenagers smoking their first joint, the old man slammed the joint like a cigarette. That he really loves weed was proofed at least ten minutes later. Ali and me have been listened to some Miles Davis tunes thrilled to bits, when the Guitarist suddently showed up again. Leaning in the open window he asked us whether we would smoke a second joint. So we did and talked about America's weirdness. But most strinking was that this man managed to talk some sentences in German to me. He learned German in school for five years. After more than 40 years he remembered even some phrases, while younger Americans could not say a single word. Respect! By the way, despite whiskey I have been a good boy without black out and antics. Do I really come of age?