First artical of 2008

Keller Williams at the Nokia Theater

Keller Williams is a one man jam band going by names such as K-dub and simply Keller. Originally from Fredericksburg, Virginia, Keller Williams has become an icon all over the US. His genre goes with the traditional jam band line such as Phish and The Greatful Dead.
Last night I really didn't know what to expect as I walked into the auditoreum and saw a mirriad of dreadlocked hippies, preppy college kids, jocks, stoners, older people, but mostly people who could appreciate the drug culture. All others left very quickly. When the concert started up, it took us about 2 minutes to smell the sweet, skunk like smell of good marijuana. One of my friends commented that he'd smelled it before the concert even began.
The relevance of this to the reader is that the room began to fill with smoke very quickly and even without roach or pipe in hand, everyone was high who was in the room. The characters on the floor varried so much with their highs that they all reacted completely differently to the booming, illustrious tones coming through our bodies.
I have got to admit my respect for music that seems to make people want to retard their brains so much that only the music remains. There is great pride deserved when you're an artist who can take someone away, even for a moment, from the harsher realities that is life and his music seemed to do just that.
At the concert, we saw many memorable faces. To give a few, I remember a stocky midget with a fat joint right behind us. The wide and gruff security gaurd who shined a flashlight over the crowd every once and a while in hopes that he might save us all from our deep seeded desire to smoke the canabis drug that seemed to permeate the room despite his botched attempts. I met one individual who would hop twice on one foot and twice on the other in the front row. He was holding onto the rail and doing this so it felt like he might tear the whole place down. He was shorter but not short with long hair flowing as he bounced from side to side. His tie-die T beneath his jacket showed his inner hippie gene and made for a very entertaining thing to watch when you're high off fumes and energy. Beside me was a friend we met named "Teste." I believe we saw him on our way back to the train and if this was indeed him, I know why they call him Teste. It would seem his patience was in short regaurd on that night.
In the middle of the concert, they actually put fans on the stage to blow the smoke back towards the crowd. I think it's entirely possible that the smoke may have affected the musicians because of the guitarist, and I can't seem to find his name at the moment, went crazy and just started going wild with his guitar after the intermission. Things got more interesting towards the end of the show and culminated in a group of tired, druged out teenagers going home to a nice warm bed.
Thank god for the one gift we still all had after that concert: the ability to go to sleep.