Anything But A Blue Monday...

It's 2:00 am on Tuesday morning. I just returned from an eventful evening celebrating a new weekly tradition. It's called "Blue Monday."

Abraham Lincoln lived in Springfield, IL. He was a great man, but, being from Spfld (as we like to spell it), everything is about our friend Abe, so much in fact that we sometimes forget to appreciate the treasures in town. One of those treats that I recently discovered was the weekly "Blue Monday" concerts sponsored by the Illinois Central Blues Club. Every week a group of "regulars" gather at The Alamo, located very close to the multi-million dollar brand new Abraham Lincoln Presidential Library actually, to listen to some of the most talented blues artists from all over the country. For $1 cover charge, I get to hang out among greats, new friends, old pals, and the interesting. Forget the weekend, I'm working for Mondays! Get involved with the blues scene in your area. You won't regret it. (By the way, thanks to "Rockstar Steve" for always saving us a table and being a gracious host!)

(Me with Andrew Duncanson, the lead singer of Kilborn Alley Blues Band...photo courtesy of Steve Truesdale)