No soul can be owned...seek truth in a single grain, it's the only words I can remember from the bevy of lyrical prowess weaved into the wondrous journey of life on Saturday night.
Schurr Shots of Saturday night's fest at Graton Resort & Casino.
I didn't even know Billy Bob Thornton and the Boxmasters existed weeks before this show, and without any research, I went in blind, bought the cheap seats and was literally one row ahead of the very last one. I'm still in a pleasant and coherent daze. Just what my mind needed. B.B.T. and the Boxmasters delivered a belief and practice of happiness I need to regear myself into. Guy Fieri smiled sincerely with his cigar, there's a genuine bond between Fieri and Thornton, certainly there was last night.
I'm ecstatic to have acquired a signed copy of "The Boxmasters Vol 1: A Twisted Tale Through Time," still encased in its diaphanous, yet study wrapping. I'm still going to tamper with the original seal and read it, but not now. This band and Rush are the only two that have excited me about literature.
Fortunately for me, the crowd was very small, and mellow, a perfect atmosphere for my boring soul.
Before playing the last three songs to us sedateful folks, Thornton said to everyone, stand up and come up to the stage, we'd love to see your faces. Myself and Steve obliged, and only two rows of people stood before us and the stage. It was truly a musical moment of YES! I SO SCORED GOING TO THIS SHOW! Happy late birthday Steve.
Like Dogstar, this band is very photo friendly, a huge no-no for lots of big name celebrities, four and a half stars easy for Saturday night's Morro Rock Tour show at Graton Resort & Casino.
Mark Izzy Schurr
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