"Well, ev'ry night you drag me where the bright lights are found..."

Sep 03, 2008 08:22

Okay, so last night's Tribeca Tuesday show got off to a slow start. What can I say--the Tuesday night before classes begin for most of the universities and colleges around town (give me a second while I count them... this may involve removing my socks...) is not always the liveliest time to be hanging around a bar. In fact, for the first few songs it was pretty much Kayla, Scotty and me.

Fortunately, a bunch of young guys arrived partway through the first set and livened things up.

And later on, after the band had decided to play a third set (they generally play two) so they could get Serge (ex-Guthries, among other things) onstage, a bunch of cute girls showed up and the dancing broke out. I think the boys were on the point of leaving but this changed their minds.

(Speaking of being on the point of leaving--in my previous post I mentioned being at the Seahorse and encountering a band called Stone Mary. My group was getting up to leave when the lead singer opened her mouth, and we all sat down again. During one of the intermissions the Seahorse show came up in conversation and Dave remarked he's heard Stone Mary, and had pretty much the same reaction we did. I suspect that band will show up here in future.)

Anyway, when the girls started dancing it quickly transpired that (a) one of them sort of knew how to two-step, (b) she could sort of teach her friends, and (c) they really liked to dance to old country music.

Oh, and also (d) this was an audience that believed in getting value for money, which resulted in the band being more or less treed onstage until they played another four or five songs.

(In case anyones is unfamiliar with the concept:

Pups "treeing" game, or "baying treed":




A raccoon, treed:




And okay, I probably didn't need to explain that--but aren't those Plott hound puppies great?)

The band, incidentally, wasn't exactly upset about being hounded (heh) to keep playing. I don't know if they eventually ran out of songs or if the fact Scotty turned on all the lights and the house sound was a tipoff that the show needed to end.

Anyway, for a night that started slow, it finished up with a bang. One of the young guys ambled out into the night saying, "See you next Tuesday!" We'll hold you to that, buddy. And bring your friends!

Set List
Set #1
  • Wearin' Thin
  • Make It Through
  • Lonesome Soul
  • Sing Me Back Home (Merle Haggard)
  • The Last Time (Rolling Stones)
  • I'm On Fire (Bruce Springsteen)
  • On My Own (Hank III)
  • Dead Flowers (Stones)
  • Dark End Of the Street (which for one second in the intro sounded like it wanted to turn into "Lost Together." Or perhaps I am nuts.)
  • Break
    Set #2
  • All Right for the Shape I'm In (BR-549)
  • There's the Door
  • Waiting For Me
  • Nothing Stays the Same
  • One Piece At A Time (Johnny Cash, Damien joined in on drums for a few songs)
  • Hickory Wind (Gram Parsons)
  • Tiger By the Tail (Buck Owens, although as Jason pointed out it sort of sounded like Waylon in the beginning)
  • Wicked Game (Chris Isaak)
  • You Ain't Goin' Nowhere (Bob Dylan, Dave: vocals)
  • Break
    Set #3
  • Stealing Hearts
  • A Million Miles Away
  • Drinkin' In the Afternoon (this was about when the band decided it was actually "Two-Step Tuesday")
  • Folsom Prison Blues (Johnny Cash, with Serge on bass and Dave doing his best rocked-out Luther Perkins)
  • Blue Eyes Crying In the Rain (Willie Nelson)
  • Act Naturally (Buck Owens)
  • Long Gone Lonesome Blues (I think? Hank Williams)
  • Wild Horses (Rolling Stones)
  • Lookin' At the World Through A Windshield (Son Volt)
  • Sin City (Gram Parsons)
  • I'm On Fire (redux, with Andrew Watt on drums, and it began to seem like time to call it a night except the audience was insistent so Jason, Serge, and Andrew fnished up with)
  • Four Strong Winds (Ian Tyson)
  • And really, Ian is always a good note to end on. It'll be interesting to see what they come up with next week!

    tribeca, music, rob crowell, gigs, gloryhound, jason haywood

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