last night was not; i got a massage and took the T to work. for a tiny woman, Susan Tedeschi has some lungs on her, that’s for sure. and she plays a mean guitar. i wasn’t able to focus on the show much, as post-Station, work is much more about patrolling fire exits, but when i could, she was slamming out some very serious blues. the guy on the Hammond was excellent as well, dancing up a storm while playing. i love me some Hammond B3, that’s for sure. nothing like seeing the real deal and knowing you’re in for a treat.
the night before was all about traffic. Lyle Lovett, Joe Ely, John Hiatt and Guy Clark are touring together, in apparently a very low key way, as they all talked about driving themselves places around town. (side note: this is the second or third time i’ve seen Hiatt, and the first time, i thought it was an accident. but truly, the man cannot dress himself. he looks as if his laundry basket shat upon him on the way out the door.) Lyle at one point said, ‘I know, we’ve talked a lot about traffic tonight. But I have to say, because I drove here today – thank you so much for being here. I know how hard it was for you to get here.’
even funnier was Hiatt’s story. they apparently were all staying up here, but drove down to Providence for a show. Hiatt got directions, okay, makes sense, got it. and then he asked the bellhop if he had the right directions. ‘Well, you could do that.’ at which point we all started laughing, because you can see where it’s going from there. ‘you *could* go that way, or you could go my way. three turns and you’re there.’ from downtown Boston? no way. but, as Hiatt pointed out – ‘Fishing pole. Hook. Bait, right out there. Reeled me all the way in. Three turns and you’re there. [much laughter] Yeah. Three turns and you’re really fucking *lost*, is what.’
and in the category of traffic woes, i have discovered, much to my chagrin, that i can no longer go to visit my parents, courtesy of the Big Dig. yes, that’s right. i read the paper last week and discovered that exit 26 on 93 North is permanently closed. it is being replaced by some sort of tunnel thingy, and a bridge, and another bridge. so while i can certainly get *down* to my parents’ place, i can no longer get back to my house. sorry, mom and dad. i promise i’ll write more. 😉