The Healdsburg Plaza was packed to the gills on Tuesday evening to see and hear Charlie Musselwhite and his band. The loudspeakers were turned up loud enough to make your ears bleed. Fortunately we’d brought ear plugs, which barely muted the sound. I did my crowd sketching and dinner eating during the first hour.
That’s Uncle Sam there, collecting for the July 4th fireworks, and Paul Mahder the art gallerist over there on the right and others stacked up overlapping which is how it goes down on the paper when you just keep the pen moving. One of these Tuesdays I’ll try to sketch Davy Crocket, the guy who always shows up in skins with fringe, coon tail cap and wooden rifle and seems to know everyone.
It’s a bit of a conundrum where to sit and sketch the band. I certainly couldn’t sit in front like last week with the speakers cranked up all the way but the side view is not bad. Of course there were competitors for that real estate, as there always are – people grooving to the music and bumping up against me. I had 30 minutes there and held my ground! The paint came in when I got home. Oh and did I say? Charlie’s still amazing and that blues vibe goes right through to the bone marrow.