The Day after the 21st birthday

Hmph. So we went to see Curtis Salgado at Jazzbones last night, and a fine time was had by all.

Salgado is a great blues/rock musician, and of course the Alien Child is a big fan of that type of music, his favorites being Eric Clapton, Jimi Hendrix, BB King, Muddy Waters...well, pretty much any blues guitarist. So he was quite pleased with the music.

Jazzbones is on 6th avenue in Tacoma, WA, and is a smallish nightclub that nevertheless has featured some fine musicians. You can have a nice dinner there (which we did) and it really doesn't matter where you sit, you are in good earshot and can have a good view of the stage. The music was infectiously energetic, and people spontaneously jumped up and danced to the tunes. There were more than a few fine dancers there, with one couple in their 60's or so twirling around with expertise.

I noticed that except for the waitresses, the Alien Child was the youngest there; we got front seats because we had told the reservation desk that it was his 21st birthday. As the music progressed, though, I noticed he looked around and began to get a funny expression on his face.

I asked him what was up, and he gave a half grin. "I can tell this isn't the sort of place for someone in my generation," he said, with a wry smile. He nodded at the dancers on the floor, particularly at the expert couple whose dance was turning decidedly sensuous. "I mean, dude, that's a Cialis advertisement right there."

I feel old now.

He did say he enjoyed himself a lot, especially the music. But I have to say that the odd expression kept appearing on his face every time he looked at the dancers.