ends. As I was about to leave the restaurant, I
spied Roger Earl of Foghat and his wife Linda, and just had to speak. We have been communicating for over 12 years and never met. They invited me to their table, so we sat and caught up while they had their lunch. Roger is so full of great stories, and Linda is as sweet as sugar. Shortly, we were joined by my old buddy Bryan Bassett who plays guitar in the band, along with his kids. I had a great time chatting with my Foghat friends. One of the high points of the cruise. 38 Special was onstage outside at the pool,
and as soon as they the Earls finished eating, we all headed toward the show. Now, Donnie Van Zant is not currently playing in the band, due to doctor’s orders, but don’t think for a minute that kept them from sounding amaz- ing. Don Barnes outdid himself this day on that Les Paul Jr. He was blistering it. After the show, I managed to speak to Don
Barnes and Bobby Capps right after they came offstage. The guys are always friendly. Next is was Foreigner at Studio B for an all
acoustic set. The songs take on a whole new feeling in this style, and I was loving every minute of it. The band also took questions from the audience, which I thought was pretty cool. For those keeping score at home, the acoustic show set list went down like this: Double Vision; Long Way From Home; Say You Will; Waiting for a Girl Like You; Dirty White Boy; That’s Alright Mama (dedicated to Elvis); Feels Like the First Time; Jukebox Hero; (Mick talks about working with The Beatles) Eight Days a Week (great Beatles- like harmonies); I Want to Know What Love Is; Hot Blooded. After a set change, it was time for Foghat.
Roger Earl and the boys delivered the goods like a left hook to the jaw, rockin’ out songs like “Honey Hush,” “Take Me to the River,” “Night Shift,” “Stone Blue,” “All Night Long,”
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and mega-hits “Fool for the City” and “Slow Ride.” I love that band. I have since I first saw them live in 1974. Swampdawamp closed out the entire cruise
just as they had opened it, with kick in the pants Southern rock. Fact is, they wanted to play all night. I understand the Captain had to ask them to stop after a few hours so they could start clearing out the area. We would soon be back at port in Ft. Lauderdale, and all of this would be nothing more than a mem- ory. A sweat-soaked, turn it up to eleven, hard rockin’ memory. We would be up and Adam at seven in the morning, and Scott would in turn drive us the 12 hours home. Thank God for Starbucks. •
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