Taking the Music Monday baton from Shlara, here's a cursory review of Saturday's mini-summit and music revue. Late Saturday afternoon we assembled the following Gheorghies and FoGheorghies:
That frat guy Matt guy
Zman's chum John Paul III
After a bland dinner, chugged pints, and a lousy performance by a dweeby band that questionably lip-synched cover songs (Cheap Trick / Maroon 5 / The Ramones / One Direction), we made our way to the Wellmont Theater in Montclair, NJ.
Act I was the Old 97's, one of my personal favorites, and a band I most recently saw last month in Charlottesville. They opened with "Barrier Reef" and ripped through a solid set; highlights included "W. TX Teardrops," "Every Night is Friday Night (Without You)", "Victoria Lee," and the ubiquitous "Timebomb." I, of course, liked it all, and older stuff like "Salome," "Indefinitely,"and "504" was more enjoyable for me than for the unfamiliar in our midst.
Act II was the Drive-By Truckers. They crushed it, and for a co-headliner set they played for quite a while. All told, the combined show was four hours long. The DBT's played much of my favorite stuff, including "Women Without Whiskey," "Used to Be a Cop," my favorite "Where the Devil Don't Stay," and the always venue-shaking "Let There Be Rock."
Folks can weigh in as they choose. I thought both sets were terrific, but I agree with Zman's sentiment that the demons that haunt the Truckers and make their sets more rousing have long since left Rhett and the 97's. I've long hoped for some turmoil in Rhett Miller's daily life so as to re-evoke the angst of their first few albums. As it is, they're too happy. (I temper this by saying nothing too terrible. The last time I hope for hard times to befall a musician, it was Springsteen, and then 9/11 happened. The Rising was great, but come on.)
Surly Ian, of course, thought the whole concert left something the be desired. Dave had some weird thoughts, as always. But I loved it.
And the boozing afterwards.