Last night I made the trek all the way up to Central City to go see Big Bad Voodoo Daddy with my Big Bad Voodo Daddy (My Pop's). It was cold and raining and it was standing room only, but it was amazing. The band was flawless and the energy in the "venue" was insane. I think that was about half of the reason the show was good, the other half was spending some time with my dad. It's not very often that a guy can go to a concert (or something like that) with his dad and both of you are totally into it. It was fun to see my dad rockin' out to "the big bad voodoo sounds" and i was right there along with him...swingin' away. I've been humming BBVD songs all morning and I am in such a great mood today. A good concert will do that to ya', but so will rockin' out with your dad.
Dad...you're one cool dude.
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