As many of you know, my family loves the Blues. How much, you ask? Well, whenever we travel (not all that much, unfortunately), the first order of business is to see what blues can be found. For example, when we went to Chicago last year for 3 nights, we went to Kingston Mines, Blue Chicago and B.L.U.E.S. and saw 3 different acts, and in Boston in 2010, we found the legendary harmonica player, James Cotton.

Well, 2012 was no different. We just returned from Boulder for our son, Sam’s, college graduation. As usual, before leaving, I searched for blues and found a club in Denver with not just any open mike night, but the longest running open mike night in Colorado, 30 years! Welcome to Ziggy’s!

The similarities to our own Fuller Roadhouse abounded. The leader of the jam was a gifted guitar player named John. A hell of a friendly guy, too. New musicians every 3 or 4 songs. John even echoed the words of our own Jeremy when he asked the patrons to take good care of the owner, Carla, who keeps him stocked up with beer (sorry, Jeremy, not Jack Daniels). Amazingly, before John knew we were from New York, he sang a song about taking the train from New York to Albany! Anyone know the title of that song? Good Karma! Sam played drums (as he does at the Roadhouse whenever he comes home) on 4 songs along with John.

Anyway, we had a great time and told John that if we were home, we’d have been at the Roadhouse. Long live the Blues!