Alice, I Noticed and I met up with a couple of other friends to attend a quaint concert performed by John Lee Hooker Jr.
He was full of all kinds of magic – from his stylistic fashion to his straight pimp lyrics. Just like Jerry Maquire had Dorothy at “hello,” Hooker Jr. had Alice and I at, “I’m going to write this real slow because I know you can’t read real fast.” A little while later, he took us to second with, “I wish my mama had stayed a virgin – then I wouldn’t be in this shape that I’m in.” “Why didn’t we think of that line?” Alice asked.
“It’s a good one,” I replied and asked, “Do colorblind people get the blues?” “I don’t know. You tell me, you’re the smart one,” Alice replied. “I’m just wondering if they think they’ve got the greens,” I said. Alice looked at the band then back at me and said, “I’m gonna say even colored people get the blues.” “Not colored people. Colorblind people,” I corrected her. To her defense, it was loud in there.
Before leaving, I purchased a CD. Hooker Jr. advised me it would be $20 and added. “$1 for a picture.” I paid him $21, he took my money, and continued to visit other tables, before finally returning to me. We took the picture and a few minutes later the keyboard player returned to the venue. Being that Alice and a few others were crushing on him, I asked for his picture. He graciously agreed to take a picture with Alice and I – free of charge.
“I can’t believe that Hooker charged you a dollar,” one of my friends said. “It’s like Salt-n-Pepa always say, ‘The difference between a Hooker and a ho ain’t nothin’ but a fee,'” I replied.