The night I met John Lee Hooker

It was the early 80's in Dallas, Texas. I and the girlfriend of my best friend went to see John Lee Hooker at a local club. During the set the woman, who was a Dallas sexual 80's woman, began making eyes at the bass player. The feeling was mutual. After the gig the three of us met at the bar to my awkward chagrin (I was supposed to be protecting .. um, who?).

So, the bass player invites us back to his hotel room. I was really freaked now. So we enter the room, flip on the light and there he was. John Lee Hooker was lying on his side in bed, an hour past showtime.

The man turned around and looked us all over, aiming his scorn at the bassman, "Why are those folks doing here?"

I excused us, grabbed ahold of my friend and split. She never forgave me and her boyfriend never knew.

Oh, by the way, the set rocked. John Lee Hooker was a monster of music but whenever I hear him or read his name, I remember that night, the hotel room and that old man legend trying to sleep on the road in his bed.