The Second Red

I went to see Ben Folds at Gonzaga this weekend. This guy could teach Jerry Lee Lewis how the piano should rumble. I looked around and noticed that the average age was exactly not 30. It was probably not even 25. I felt old and hung my head, revealing a slightly balding patch shimmering in the stage lights. It was at that point that I noticed how all those people were beautiful when feet came into question. Smiling and grimacing, slender and fat, guys and gals, they're all in that sketch and they are all equal and attractive.

Ben is in the bottom of the sketch singing about what a joke are white people, and black people, and Ben Folds, and how generally *#&@$ed up people are and how, frankly, its okay. Or maybe I read too much into it. Note the cookie tin lid, maraca, and 2 flavors of altoids that he threw inside the piano for one song. It sounded like a robot with a keyboard for a voice trying to talk about a marching mariachi band. It was a worthwhile evening. Although he cusses a lot...