SHARING THE SHOWS
So I’ve been out and about in the Big Apple and have some down time now, so I’m playing catch-up with my posts for the last two nights of the Panic Run. On Sunday, I met up with my friend Laura on the Lower East Side for a free swimming session in a public pool, which was definitely an oasis in this heat wave (I could practically hear the angels singing). That evening, I met up with my brother, Jeremy, for dinner in Little Italy, where I indulged in some fried mozzarella and penne vodka (“Fugayzi! Fugahzi!” goes to Drew), and I couldn’t resist snapping this very New York picture: I met up with Ken before the show, and talked to a couple of cool people named Curtis and Barbara. The crowd was sparse (never miss a Sunday show, people!) It was a pretty standard setlist, but I always get a good skingasm during “Bear’s Gone Fishin” and “Red Hot Mama,” both of which I heard for the first time on 4/30/16 when Mark, Maggie, and I headed down to Raleigh, NC to see them. I had been converted into a Spreadhead by Mark two months earlier when I saw them in Richmond’s Altria Theater. On Monday, I met up with some of my DC friends, who had made a trip up to New York for our friend Mickey’s birthday. After downing a Ferrara’s chocolate cannoli for breakfast in Little Italy and working it off by walking across the Williamsburg Bridge, I convened with them at Peter Luger’s Steakhouse in Brooklyn. We had some good conversation, even if I did have to split off to catch a power nap before Show #6. I met up with Ken at Viand Café, where I enjoyed a classic New York diner burger, fries, and milkshake. Ken called a bunch of the songs they hadn’t played it, and I predicted it would be a rager. We met up with our friend Mike outside the venue and talked for a bit about the setlists, predictions, and upcoming shows. It turns out Ken and I were both right. He had predicted “Chilly Water,” “Blackout Blues,” “Disco” (though I was sad we didn’t get “Diner”), “Hatfield,” “Conrad the Caterpillar,” and “Surprise Valley.” I was additionally stoked to hear more of my tops, such as “Saint Ex,” This Part of Town,” “Postcard,” “Airplane,” and an epic “Tie Your Shoes.”
The real treat for me was the five-song encore. I had never listened to Col. Bruce Hampton, but “Basically Frightened” was fun, nicely jazzy. “Mountain Jam” was a nice surprise, a tribute to the Allman Brothers, who I used to see every March at this venue. “End of the Show” felt like just that, but then a SWEET surprise came in the form of Black Sabbath’s “Fairies Wear Boots,” which I’d never seen the boys perform live. A “Heroes” bookend closed the 40-minute encore. While I had been dragging the last couple of days, this show perked me back up. And I was conked out within seconds of hitting my pillow. All in all, I’m glad I did the run. No regrets.
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