Good work, Paul. “People Talkin'” had a slight false start (sound). “Pineola” had some F Stanford data “for those of you who have an interest in these things.” “Copenhagen” was described as “a very literal song.” “Get Right with God” had some spoken word in midst, e.g., “President Obama got right with God.” Dylan Leblanc hit some licks during that one and “Joy,” finally let go a bit. “Righteously” was weird and Lu smilingly said we’d never see that version again.
The venue seemed overwhelmed by my backpack upon arrival, the employee asking “is that a backpack you have?” To which, “mad-eyed from stating the obvious’ (Richard Wilbur), I replied “yes.” “Do you have a car” was her next query. Finally, the backpack was removed to a kind of broom closet for the duration. funny, it seemed one of dozens, hundreds, really among those checked at Museum of Modern Art earlier in the day, but utterly baffling at the Count Basie Theatre of Red Bank. I tried to explain New Jersey Transit straight from Manhattan, but it availed little.
When I entered setbreak, an usher pounced on me (“you’re just arriving?”). Subtext: shame shame for missing the opening act. then she said “are you with this gentleman?” as I followed Paul down aisle, our seats being adjacent. I was and I wasn’t, but Paul is nothing if not a “gentleman,” to be sure.
DC next