Escaping to the Blues

I just had to get out of L.A. this weekend, so we sped up to Ventura. In this town you walk from club to club and imbibe great blues without handing over a cover. I anticipated a drought this weekend, as the band cancelled at my favorite club, “Wine Lover’s Bar”. Strolling along Main St., we heard some steady rhythms at “It’s All Good…” Actually, The Preachers Blues Band started a little slowly, but was moving by their second set. Killer sax. At the plaza was an unbelievable band, RV Park, with two incredible guitarists. Chris (don’t know his last name) was one of the finest that I have had the pleasure of hearing in ages. These guys sounded like they had been playing together for years, but I couldn’t even find a website. They had no CDs for sale and no promo cards. In fact, the only ones who appreciated their music were Don and I, along with the city’s homeless. What crap is everyone listening to?