SHARING THE SHOWS
In my last post, I lamented about becoming a crochety old man. At this show, I learned I have nothing on the guy sitting in the row behind myself, Maggie, and Pete. Phrases that came out of his mouth included “Why do people dance at shows! Just sit the fuck down” and “People need to sit the fuck down.” He walked up to a guy standing about ten rows below and told him to sit because he was blocking his view. I also incurred his wrath when I tried to dance in the aisle so I wouldn’t directly block me. Pete was reasonable in that people who sit in the upper balcony generally want to sit and not dance. Note for the future. So…Maggie came up to DC for this show (surely, you remember her from my Newport News days). After an afternoon of napping (she needed to recuperate from her train ride and I from my busy widespread panic-filled Midterm Week), we headed to Chinatown for dinner. I had been craving Chinese food and sushi, and Wok and Roll (the place I went with Jeremy when we saw Iron Maiden). I had been fasting that day, so my appetite was ravenous enough for me to order a Philly roll, Won Ton soup, and General Tso’s Chicken. I left about half the chicken with the intent to give it to one of the unfortunate homeless folks struggling in DC. Maggie and I killed time at a nearby coffee shop, and I saw a disheveled, bearded dude pushing a shopping cart with clothes and what appeared to be his possessions. On the way out, I saw the cart, but he wasn’t there. I left it there with the hopes he’d see it and enjoy part of a semi-warm meal that night. Maggie and I got to the venue at a bit after 7 and ran into Mark and Sheila (whom you also remember from the Newport News era). We chatted about the folks we know, work, and life in general before splitting off. The Green Line delayed Pete’s arrival, but he got there at about ten to 8. They started at 8:05, which is basically on time by band standards. The only songs I was able to name were “Midnight in Harlem,” “Stand Back” (Allman Brothers cover), “I Walk on Guilded Splinters” (Dr. John cover, played so often by Widespread Panic), “Sugaree” (the GD), and “Bound for Glory.” No matter, though: out of all three times I’ve seen TTB, this was the best show. Maggie agreed with respect to the six she’s been to. It was the last night of the annual six-show DC run, so I figured they’d bring their A+ game. Random notes: 1)When I went to get waters for Maggie and myself, I thought the bartender was about to pour beers based on the packaging. I guess they’re trying to make drinking water seem more badass? (Note: it already is). 1)The Warner Theatre has a TON of history. Pete pointed some of it out, noting that performers as Bob Dylan, Jerry Garcia, and Johnny Cash have played here.
2)At some of these shows, there seems to be a silent rift between the dancers and the sitters. Perhaps a designated dancing area in the upper balcony could solve it? Maybe I’m being quixotic, but one can hope, right? Good times.
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