Thursday, June 09, 2005
telegram from now
SAW AQUALUNG AGAIN. FAB SHOW. WAVED AT MATT HALES FROM BALCONY. HAD EXCELLENT GIN AND TONIC. RECOMMEND TROUBADOUR AS VENUE. =
=MEG
I studied some neat telegram photos to do that, because I would offer you lot nothing but accuracy. Google-imaging (image-Googling?) "telegram" is something you ought to try. Jason G. took a bunch of photos at the show, and as soon as I can connive them out of him, I will share.
The Troubadour smells a little bit like wood, and a little bit like liquor. It is not unlike a pub in that respect. A pub with good music.
Cary Brothers (there are two of them, and they are not brothers, but one is named Cary) sang first, and I couldn't think of where I recognized him from until Matt & Co. snuck up on stage and they all played "Blue Eyes" very loudly together. And I thought "Aha!" Then Aqualung started in earnest. The songs are so much better live; this time there two whole percussionists (unless you're going to be really picky and count Matt on piano), and they added a definite energy to things. I was a little disappointed that Ben didn't play the pedal steel this time (or "the wah-wah thing," as I like to call it), but he stuck to one guitar and one bass, and mostly hid in the shadows. I did not throw my bra at him, although that was allegedly the plan (see, 'cause Matt's married and has a son, I will lust after his brother). Ben has a website with some fun mp3s of songs he wrote here.
See how I call them by their first names now? We are BFFs.
SAW AQUALUNG AGAIN. FAB SHOW. WAVED AT MATT HALES FROM BALCONY. HAD EXCELLENT GIN AND TONIC. RECOMMEND TROUBADOUR AS VENUE. =
=MEG
I studied some neat telegram photos to do that, because I would offer you lot nothing but accuracy. Google-imaging (image-Googling?) "telegram" is something you ought to try. Jason G. took a bunch of photos at the show, and as soon as I can connive them out of him, I will share.
The Troubadour smells a little bit like wood, and a little bit like liquor. It is not unlike a pub in that respect. A pub with good music.
Cary Brothers (there are two of them, and they are not brothers, but one is named Cary) sang first, and I couldn't think of where I recognized him from until Matt & Co. snuck up on stage and they all played "Blue Eyes" very loudly together. And I thought "Aha!" Then Aqualung started in earnest. The songs are so much better live; this time there two whole percussionists (unless you're going to be really picky and count Matt on piano), and they added a definite energy to things. I was a little disappointed that Ben didn't play the pedal steel this time (or "the wah-wah thing," as I like to call it), but he stuck to one guitar and one bass, and mostly hid in the shadows. I did not throw my bra at him, although that was allegedly the plan (see, 'cause Matt's married and has a son, I will lust after his brother). Ben has a website with some fun mp3s of songs he wrote here.
See how I call them by their first names now? We are BFFs.
