[Crested
Butte, CO?] We ventured onto the Mountain to investigate Friday evening parking,
free ski lift rides, and the free music stage in anticipation of a visit from
The Hydes. Done. I knew Funky Bob was going to play but he was supposed to play
at the Red Bud or something or other stage – we were having a drink and a snack
and watching the crazy Coloradoans bicycling, zip-lining, jumping, diving, and
ski lift riding all over the mountain when a slick middle-aged gentleman (turquoise
jewelry type) set himself up on a little stage at the outdoor bar. We were debating
what sort of music he would DJ – Rockboy predicted reggae. It wasn’t a DJ set –
it was a keyboard – that he sang along with – we turned to each other and
simultaneously said, “Worse.” Honestly, he was all right – a good voice –
pleasant music – somewhere between soft rock and new age – but then it got kind
of funky. It was Funky Bob – whuuut? His billing for himself is totally off.
And it’s just hard not to look silly when you’re using a keyboard to replicate
different instruments.
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