. . . and because it’s Joe Bonamassa . . .
. . . and because there’s a funny story here.
OK, so you’ve watched it now, right? You know that singalong bit at the end, where some guy out of frame does the a capella thing? Yeah. That was me.
In my own defense, I was expecting others to jump in there, too. That’s the point of a singalong, isn’t it?
Well, not so much, I guess. My wife, who was toward the rear of the crowd, informed me that I could be heard all the way in back. Must have been the thin mountain air.
