Last week I went and saw the hard-edged musicial Eric Sardinas play. Here’s a link to a quick clip of him … pretty mellow here, but you can get an idea:

Sardinas Clip

So I was writing a friend of mine about how amazing of a performance it was … here’s what I’d said (edited):

“Anyway, he’s unbelievable. A man who sold his soul to the devil to play guitar as if God himself could play guitar. His music makes me feel the way that I imagine drugs must make some people feel. He makes non-dancers shake their a** like Shakira with a hula-hoop. He’s such a great performer, I feel like I’m watching Stevie Ray Vaughn before he became huge.

During the last song, he’s ripping up these crazy guitar riffs. He jumps off the stage, briefly into the smallish crowd, then starts playing on top of the bar. He’s playing, everyone shifts, and for some reason the lights go down. I think, maybe they don’t want people taking pictures? Or maybe they were trying to turn them up, but messed up? But then, the logic becomes obvious.

The whole bar erupts in flames behind him. There’s a small (maybe 2-3 foot?) little wall of flames from left to right flaming, and people are going crazy. Eric keeps playing, but turns around. Who knows what happens back there, but when he faces the crowd again, HIS GUITAR IS ON FIRE. Intentionally. His freakin’ guitar is burning, the whole back 1/3, and he’s playing this passionate, fast, intense, lyrical, beautiful, hardcore blues, everyone is crazed. I too stood in shock, and by the time I realized I had a camera phone the moment was over. But it was unforgettable nevertheles. Wow.”

Anyway, those are the moments that I live for … those little experiences that make me thankful for how great things can be.

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