Day 10
LUKE:
Today in U.S. History we talked about the incident in Canada where a soldier died from a gunman. The gunman then ran through the parliament! Crazy stuff, the article I read on it I remember a quote that was “Canada will not be intimidated” I thought this pretty cool since nothing ever happens to Canada and when it does they react much better than the US does. In class we talked about how Obama didn’t jump to how it was a terrorist attack which was weird since it was obvious an act to invoke terror. This lead to us talking on how people view terrorism as a Muslim thing which is incorrect any act to invoke terror is terrorism.Only important thing today unfortunately.
RICK:
Paula and I have stumbled onto something really cool, and it’s happening right down the street every Thursday night.
Loui Loui’s serves up “authentic Detroit-style pizza” in the former Ferd Grisanti’s structure on Taylorsville Road. That makes it a great attraction in itself. But owner Mike Spurlock, a Detroit-area native like Paula, is a musician. And somehow he’s filled his restaurant every Thursday night with fans of jammin’ rock and roll.
I might be wrong, but it feels like a weekly reunion of older folks who still know how to sing rock and roll tunes, play guitar, the sax, drums. The white hair on the stage belies the powerful sound of the voice doing “Whiter Shade of Pale.” There’s a new group of musicians up there for every song. We were sitting there enjoying our 4-square pizza when the guy on stage called David up to the stage. David happened to be sitting next to us, and moments later he was powering up his sax. The tall African-American to my right was eventually called up to do some Marvin Gaye.
At one point, the band, featuring someone who still plays with Nervous Melvin, did a Delbert McClinton song, “Every Time I Roll the Dice.” I may have been the only one in the room who knew the words to that one. And though it all seems to be impromptu, the performance is awesome, as if these guys had been rehearsing together for years.
Paula and I danced to the slow ones. And while several of us just appreciate the music, many in the crowd seem to be waiting their turn to get on stage, play some old tunes and re-live their youth. It’s a happy place.
