The record’s stuck. The record’s stuck.
On Peter Wolf’s Midnight Souvenirs. It’s been in constant rotation in the car since I got it a month ago, and when I’m not listening to it, I’ve got “Tragedy” playing ear candy. It hardly seems like eight years ago that Sleepless came out, and I used to take that one driving too. Definitely, Wolf is road music. Continue reading
At the Wamu
My ticket says An Evening With Van Morrison. Good, I am in the right place at the right time. Well almost the right time. No sooner do Sean, Donna and I get inside the WaMu than the lights start to flicker. I guess we’re late. Continue reading
On the way to New York
So there were Sean, Donna and me Saturday night, sitting in the City Hall Cafe, downtown Waterbury. Dan and his crew had left for New York pretty much right after the show was over so that just left us and we had some deciding to do. Among the three of us, all we had was one ticket for WaMu — Randy’s, who couldn’t make it at the last minute; Continue reading
Say Goodbye to Madame Joy
I’d been looking forward to these two Connecticut shows since I walked out of the theater in Montreal a few weeks ago…two more chances to see Astral Weeks before it’s gone for good and, in some ways, lets me get on with my life. It’s been a great ride this past year, pure magic, this is where I always wanted to be since I was 14 — listening to Astral Weeks live. After a year of it, I am officially AW supersaturated. Two more coming up is simply the glutton going for the supersize. Continue reading
Sean’s off in the other room, sorting through my stack of VHS Van and I’ve got some Van in the trusty aiwa and a few hours to put to constructive use, i.e., put myself back in my seat at the Palace Theater in Waterbury. Today’s been a perfect autumn day in New Hampshire — the rest day in the middle of our truncated version of Van’s current four-night stand along the Eastern Seaboard Continue reading
The lady’s choice
When the light shines on Van at his now customary seat at the piano, the round of applause is thunderous, and I think, if I can feel it, then so can he. It felt so good to be in a room of people who genuinely seemed overjoyed to be there. So maybe Van was just catering to his audience this night. Whatever it was, it sure seemed that he catered to me. Continue reading
I jumped in the car at 8:45 AM Thursday morning…my goal is to get to Montreal at 2:00. It should work, unless I hit a snag. Hats off to a snagless drive through the mountains and the leaves changing color in New Hampshire and Vermont, and on into Quebec. It should be a breeze. Continue reading
The trek home from DC got me home around 10 p.m. Saturday night. Put the kettle on for tea, unloaded the car, read my emails and it was midnight before I knew it – time to call the working day over and put some caledonia music on, with me in a reclining position. It was an easy choice what music I wanted – Veedon Fleece, the remastered version – and with the opening notes of Fair Play, was immediately back into the feeling created by the music I’ve been living in this past week. Which is exactly the tonic I needed, and still need these few days later, to keep the music in my head. Continue reading
You had to know…in the sense that you don’t know a damn thing…that he’d deliver a full plate tonight, given the meager serving the night before. If he felt like he owed us one, he’d be right, in my eyes at least. Continue reading
Bit of a late night last night…too much celebrating after a glorious show perhaps (how can there ever be too much celebrating?)
So, the morning after, here is the setlist from last night Continue reading