“He can do things with a guitar that mere mortals can’t fathom”.

On Friday night, Bonamassa did “those things” for two solid hours. I was sitting next to a guy named R. Dewey (yeah, I know… but that’s what he said his name was), who told me, “It’s like he’s talking to his guitars, and they’re talking back, but in a language only he and they can understand.” I’m not completely sure I follow, but given how much R. Dewey was rocking out, I’m positive that was meant to be high praise.