Tonight was Ron Artis II and G. Love’s last show of the tour, so if you’re depressed, well, I guess it’s therapy and weed for you. But for us in Boulder, it was was Ron Artis II and G. Love.
It was an environment full of contagious positivity. Ron Artis, with his constant reminds to love not only one another, but one’s self, I couldn’t help but smile. At my self. Which usually doesn’t happen because I throw myself pitty parties on the daily.
But I did smile. And I know others did too as he made us sing to each other. And he did this all by himself and his guitar. And I guess his daughters. But mainly him and his guitar. And despite the lack of other instruments, it didn’t feel like there was anything missing. It felt perfectly exact.
His positivity was the perfect segue into G. Love, who started their set by shaving their tour manager’s hair to donate to kids with cancer. It was a show to bring happy tears to your eyes. And then it just went into jammy jam blues with some rap thrown in sometimes, which was fucking amazing because these musicians are fantastic and watching fantastic musicians jam out is an ear treat. And threading these jams with raps made them even better.
I don’t yet know how to make those feelings of gratitude and positivity continue once I walk out the venue doors, but as my new favourite phrase goes, that’s an ish me, not an issue. I’ll figure it out one day.
I do feel bad for people who didn’t get to experience this. I feel even more bad for the people with depression who didn’t get to experience this. And I feel the most bad for the cats from whatever fraternity made their brothers walk around with cats on their shoulders all night.
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