|Looking through the audience toward the stage. That's C.W. in the gray hat; Harmonica Slim with the vest, and Larry the sax guy. The rest were part of the Back Porch Blues Band|
We were surprised at the number of older folks (like us) in the audience, but then, Las Cruces is quite a retirement destination. The crowd quickly thinned out when the lively music started, and the oldsters rushed out of the room, madly adjusting their hearing aids.
The music was wonderful. I felt a little sorry that we weren't more demonstrative, but we were enjoying everything about the afternoon in our quiet and conservative way.
I really do love southern blues and southern novels, which seems odd for a desert-dwelling ex-New Englander. Maybe it's time for a little road trip down south. Or, maybe it's just time for me to read another Pat Conroy book while gazing across the desert and up to the mountains.