Maybe it's because he's from my hometown. Or because he is a very likable young man. Or maybe it's because he played last at the Navasota Bluesfest, but in the end, Randy Pavlock was engaging, compelling, and seemed to polish off the gruelling day of hard driving music with royal abandon. He is the young Prince of Rock. And he is our prince. I still felt his guitar when I got home after midnight, and so I entered this blog. Dang you Randy for keeping me up.
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