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Keller Williams’ Summer Tour Diary
Black Hills Bluegrass Bash
Black Hills Bluegrass Bash was quite interesting. We walked in to a giant, cavernous room. It looked like it had at least a thousand seats and could hold at least double that without the seats. There were a few different stages in other parts of the casino with other bands playing. One name I recall is 6 Mile Road. They were hanging backstage after our show was over; hanging next to my empty bottle of vodka, where only a single shot remained. I’m not saying it was them that housed the bottle; they were just the only ones around. Plus, I was grateful for the few drops that somebody—or bodies—left for me. ‘Twas tasty indeed. Anyway, our show started out as a seated, listening show. There were senior citizens in wheelchairs with small buckets of nickels in the front row. The stage lights were bright and the venue was dark, but I could still see the blue hair reflecting in the darkness. Throughout the set, I could hear hoots and hollers but could not see any evidence of the freaky people lurking in the shadows. It wasn’t until the final tune that people rushed the stage, causing the older casino security with blazers, earplugs and panicked looks on their faces to start grabbing at tie-dye shirts in an attempt to keep them from blocking the view of the kind and mellow seniors in the front row. I couldn’t help but notice the smiles on the seniors’ faces as the freaks flailed around. To them, it was probably the most interesting part of the show. We did an encore and went backstage as if we were done, cuz we were. Then we heard chanting and banging. We decided quickly to abandon the first rule in show business—which is to leave them wanting more. We went back out. The lights were up. The house music was on. The front of the stage was packed with people—young and old alike—and wheelchairs still in place. ‘Twas quite surreal indeed. They were given a choice between the song “Porta Pottie” or “Women Are Smarter.” The women won.