"I used to live in Mobile!"

These were the words of a girl/woman seated behind me at the Billy Bob Thornton/Boxmasters concert at Merrimack Hall Friday night. Billy Bob had mentioned they played Mobile the night before, and that they were rowdier than our Huntsville crowd. This girl was out to prove him wrong, I suppose.

My girlfriend Karen and I were the benefactor of her brother and his wife not being able to go to the concert. We enjoyed ourselves. The Boxmasters play in a Rockabilly style, and dress (for the first half of the show anyway), like a bunch of Buddy Holly's...pretty cool.

The singing (Billy Bob's role) was alright, and the band was good, especially the drummer. Since I play the drums in my garage from time to time (pay no attention to the spider webs connected from my snare drum to my crash cymbal), I was enamored with the drummer, and I couldn't help but dream of playing in a rock band myself.

But I must say, the overwhelming thought throughout the night, was that I was in the presence (about 20 feet away!) of a man who had been married to Angelina Jolie and had enacted a steamy love scene with Halle Berry in Monster's Ball (a compelling movie, btw.) Had I the chance, I would have liked to ask BBT if he still had the vial of Angelina's blood in his possession.