I was fortunate enough to not only witness but be friends with a lot of the bands and musicians that I went to see on a regular basis. That's probably what I miss the most....that connection with people that had that same understanding. That same need for music.
The Dusty 45s were on heavy rotation in the soundtrack of my single-girl days. Billy Joe Huels not only inspired the crowd but had the grace to make each and every one of us feel like we were his favorite person that showed up that night.
That, and he lit shit up when he played.
That always impresses.