I got those Rocky Mountain blues

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Lauren Deisley, Lifestyles Editor

I could feel the blues all the way down to my toes and it was the best feeling ever.

After a long drive into the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, my family and I made it to Red Rocks Amphitheatre, a natural amphitheatre created by Mother Nature herself. Those natural formations held more than 9,000 people this Sunday for the Joe Bonamassa concert, which was a sold-out show and was filmed by PBS.

The Red Rocks show ended a mini tribute tour to blues artists Muddy Waters and Howlin’ Wolf. “Keeping the Blues Alive” was the biggest concert of Bonamassa’s career, and the crowd definitely agreed.

I was in awe at the sheer beauty of the amphitheatre itself, it was so amazing that it looked unreal. The rocks looked almost ethereal and the sun highlighted the entire Denver skyline.

When the show began, Bonamassa’s guitar ripped through the crowd with impressive solos and amazing melodies. He is, in my opinion, the greatest blues guitarist in the world. And I don’t say that lightly. In fact, I’m making quite a bold statement.

In comparison with artists like Muddy Waters, Howlin’ Wolf, Eric Clapton and Stevie Ray Vaughn, I think Bonamassa blows them all out of the race. When the camera zoomed in on his hands, they moved so fast they were hardly visible.

He barely stopped for a break and every single song had a mind-blowing guitar solo. Something different about this tour was that they had someone else on the drums. Anton Fig, the drummer for David Letterman’s band, was the man on beat—he blew the crowd away.

My favorite part of the show was toward the end when he played two of my many favorite songs, Sloe Gin and The Ballad of John Henry. Each song had a guitar solo that lasted at least five minutes.

I thoroughly enjoyed the fact that it was an older crowd, which made it a classier crowd overall. Although, being in the “Mile High City” was a little more literal than I expected. I never realized what marijuana smelled like until I caught a whiff of the clouds that were emitted by concert goers. I guess it shouldn’t have been a shock, being in one of the few states where it’s legal.

My only disappointment was that it was a tribute show, which meant that I didn’t get to hear my favorite I really can’t complain.

Because really, everyone needs a little blues in their life.