Troubadour Night 1

@tonyg wrote:

Night 1 is in the books. Good show. Not great. It didn’t really take off for me until Foolishness, which Lu belted out to much crowd appreciation. The place was packed; maybe too much. Very tight quarters and I made a mental note to myself of how I would get out in the event of a fire. My concert companion Matt said he detected a negative vibe from the crowd and from my lofty perch in the upstairs bar I did detect several skirmishes that required the attention of the usually humorless Troubadour security. It will get better.

I was pleased to be in the company of Mr. Stoger, Mr. Paul from Los Angeles, Ms. Stellabluee, and Lu bestie MIss Peggy French. I was also pleased to see forum member Cindy who is a local and attends every local show but does not post here. Post away Cindy. I was pleased to meet Mr. Jerusalem who had just flown in from his nameasake city and will attend further shows this week. Perhaps he will share his thoughts as well.

We were sorry to see that Grumpymama had to miss the show due to illness but we put her tickets to good use. I saw that many of our remote friends watched on Facebook and hope they enjoyed.

I await Mr. Stoger’s musings which will be the definitive report of the night.

You’re too kind, Tony. I’m not sure I agree re: the crowd and mood, though I’ve probably lost perspective after so many shows. I did detect one “skirmish,” but you had a crow’s eye view up top throughout. Compared to some security (e.g., Belly Up), the Troubadour guys were paragons of good cheer and mellowness.

Lu said before tune two that she would let the “songs speak” without much talk, and that prevailed. She opined that everyone was of “like mind” but no speeches would come from her this night.

The Drunken Angel intro continues to grow, as Lu tried to remember the actor Ethan Hawke has hired for the Blaze Foley movie part, but couldn’t come up with the name. I don’t remember her previously naming the one venue where Blaze often played then later slept overnight on one of its pool tables: The Austin Outhouse.

So carry on LA friends and foes, think of us working stiffs back to reality this coming week while you party down. And a shout-out to Jerusalem, unmet by me but pointed out from above by the intrepid Tony G.