He came, he sang, he conquered!
Bibi is really tired--all that pent up emotion is out now--Bibi feels a bit like a deflated plush toy. Don't know where that description came from, don't read too much into it. A lot of that now-lacking energy Bibi had before the show at the Red Door was expended while jumping up and down, singing at full throttle, screaming on command (yeah, Butch can make his audience do anything), totally immersed in the talent, the beautiful, fabulous, glorious voice, and rockin' guitar work Butch brought to his adoring fans tonight. Part of Bibi's fatigue is probably due to finally taking a breath after a whirlwind visit to a greatly interesting and varied, beautiful city, as well. But, clearly, most of this energy crash is due to finally getting to see Butch live, up close, in person. Too sleepy now to rave on and on, in detail, WITH pictures, but Bibi promises, as soon as she gets settled back home, she will reveal all.
THANKS, Butch! You were FANTASTIC!
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