We lined up early because it was a general admission show. Brad and friends went for a front row booth, dead center. About thirty feet of dance floor separated it from the stage. I positioned myself just to the right of the microphone, touching the stage and didn’t give up my spot all night. It takes stamina to be a devoted fan. I thought security might hassle me about the camera, but they didn’t seem to care, so I flashed with abandon.
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During the break, the kids around me were so infatuated, they were sure that the show was over. When I told them that another better act was coming on, they really couldn’t believe it. I had to try to describe what type of music Robert Randolph plays. It is a difficult task; while you can put Ziggy firmly at the heart of reggae, Robert has no category. No one else plays pedal steel, high energy, rock, gospel, jam, wild, wonderful music like this.
Well, I was right; those kids lost their minds when Robert started in on his musical rampage. The dance floor went wild with joie de vivre. One hundred percent dancing, singing fools. The reason I go to concerts is to feel that feeling. It overwhelms you and carries you into the music. It’s impossible to describe unless you’ve done it. It's impossible to photograph that kind of energy. I am sure that I will not see another show that good for the rest of the year. It was untoppable.