same set except for salty dog, which seems to be the standard now.
good sound system. instruments are blending better. simon is finally back some in the mix. ahhh.
TR wears a baby blue bowling shirt and black pants. i wonder if ringo put the kibosh on the pareos...
smaller venue. total I show here in 1996. two large video screens up over each corner of the stage. packed house.
ringo is settling in with the band and the set. he has a certain connection with his fans. tonight, he's comfortably charismatic.
i can't type enough about jack bruce. he's cut his hair since berkeley and is sporting cool shades. that's someone's grandfather wailing on the fretless four-string.
'hammer in my heart' is gaining momentum with the band. it's no longer an awkward sparse stroke, but a blended bright brush. the solo rools.
all guitar solos are blisteringly clear. jack knows when to feed TR-i, and vice versa. OH rides the grooves tastefully.
the venue is tight, which makes for good sound, but little in the way of dance floor. it's sunday night, peoples.. mellow out.
simon doesn't pay attention sometimes. it's like he's on autopilot.
the stage is cramped. there's barely enough room for TR-i to imitate timmy on 'i'm the greatest'.
the video cameras are remotely computer controlled, which yields a jerky pan and zoom.
TR-i and ringo take a quiet moment to watch themselves on the big screen.
the bruce/rundgren mock-dancing is hitting hilarious proportions.
only one broken string tonight. the replacement is a woodgrain SG.
sleep in my own bed tonight. :>
next wednesday is st patrick's day