Visiting around the ‘sphere, I ran into an old blues song. And I just sat here listening to it on my crappy speakers, (that have been suffering through Oops, I did it Again on the Barbie website over and over) and it took me back in time to when I last heard that song. Live, at Caseys Golden Pheasant, in Billings Montana. Playing pool, listening to one of the early incarnations of a band called All Night Diner. Dark, smoky bar, quiet conversations and the sweet soul of blues music pouring over me. I like a lot of music, but nothing else can pull me out on the dance floor and really feel the music like a good blues band.