SHARING THE SHOWS
To say I was dragging on Saturday was putting it mildly. But I still managed to write and do the “adulting” items of grocery shopping and laundry. I may have stayed in, but this would be the last show before my forty-day cleanse.
I’ve decided to not hit any live music for forty days. My next show is Drive-By Truckers with Pete on April 27, so it’ll probably be more like forty-seven, but I’ve been going to a lot of shows since moving to DC, and there are plenty of other things to do, so I’d like to explore them, and as much as I love shows, they deplete a lot of my energy. I’ll give deeper reasons on a much longer post once the cleanse ends. I got to the venue at 8:15, and as the opener, Honeyfunk, was setting up, I noticed the venue was way more packed than Friday, which is understandable. Saturday night is “party night” for many and “date night” for others, and what better way to do either than enjoy some music? I had never heard of Honeyfunk, but I was impressed at their covers of 60s and 70s classics. They included: The Thrill is Gone (B.B. King) Son of a Preacher Man (Dusty Springfield) Don’t Think Twice It’s Alright (Bob Dylan) What’s Going On (Marvin Gaye) Black Water (Doobie Brothers) Spinning Wheel (Blood, Sweat & Tears) Chain of Fools (Aretha Franklin) Friend of the Devil (Grateful Dead) Me & Bobby McGee (Janis Joplin) Superstition tease (Stevie Wonder)[1] Rock and Roll (Led Zeppelin)[2] Ramble On (Led Zeppelin) I ran into Bill from the night before, as well as Mike, but I still needed to get away from the crowd, so I went for a nipply walk on the waterfront (I love lenient re-entry policies). And my re-entrance was timed nicely with Great Northern’s start. Below is the setlist: Not Fade Away (an interesting choice for an opener, which I dug) Hard to Handle Cumberland Blues Big River Hey Pocky Way The Harder They Come Loose Lucy Bird Song[3] Eyes of the World[4] Goin’ Down the Road Feeling Bad Sugar Magnolia My energy was zapped, and at 11:30, in the middle of “Eyes,” I decided to call it a night. By that point, the crowd had already dissipated, and the true diehards remained. If I hadn’t partied the night before, I would have stuck it out. I love listening to conversations on the Metro. A female local guided a male tourist through some attractions and gave him her number, and a group of drunken 20somethings argued about who was being dropped off at what house first when they got back to Bethesda (Uber in your condition, kids!). One random observation: a woman sporting a Gypsy Sally’s T-shirt; I’m bummed the club closed down before I moved to DC. Whenever I hear anybody talk about it, I feel like they’re talking about a party I missed. But at least I’m in it now. Though I will be absent from it for the next 40 days. But who knows what’s on the horizon for that time? See you again in late April! Love you folks! [1] Ron Holloway on saxophone, included a “Shakedown Street” tease. [2] Played as a jazz song. [3] “On Broadway” tease by Holloway’s sax [4] Started with a “Drums” tease
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