’boning in Omaha
I’m as big a homebody as you will find, but I try to make it out now and then to catch a little live music. So I jumped at the chance to catch Fishbone when my brother mentioned they were coming to town. Now, mind you, the last time I caught these guys was 1995ish at some festival whose name I will never recall, and I haven’t been following them at all in the last 30 years. So, coming in, I had no idea about their musical journey over that time. And wow, what a crazy show. Genre to genre all night, ska to lounge jazz to funk to spoken word to punk to, well, Fishbone. You just never knew what the next section of a song was going to feel like, much less the next song. And was really loving the Bad Brains vibe I was getting off-and-on all night! 🤘🏼