or three of my loves in one incredible day
Okay, so what's better (for me, that is) than a Rhett Miller solo show? Seeing him play TWICE in Pittsburgh sandwiched around a victorious Pens game against the Flyers, all in the company of my everlovin' Geo, that's what.
Happy pre-birthday to me! Spending an entire day watching my two loves with Geo is the cherry on the top of my Corneto, fo sho!!
The lovely blue-eyed one kindly squeezed a visit to the Burgh in between his Virginia and Mountain Stage gigs, and WYEP (the greatest radio station in the lower 48) snatched him up for a rare Saturday afternoon studio session. Geo and I (did I mention G tagged along?) met up with friends and fellow Rhett enthusiasts, Joe, his girls and Noreen for his energetic four-song set and interview. No matter how large or small an appearance, Mr. Miller has one mode--All IN.
You can hear for yourself. Time Bomb is particularly awesome. The link to the session is here. Go listen. It's only 24 minutes long. Go ahead. I'll wait... (cue Final Jeopardy theme)
|courtesy of Noreen McBride|
|rhett + hockey = double LOVE|
(steph refers to this as the "elusive dry hair pic")
|my wonderful friend, Suzanne and I as the bread in our rhett sammy|
his banana is quite excited to see her
|aaaaaand... we've overstayed our welcome|
Next up, opening day of hockey with a bar full of beer-swilling, team-jersey wearing Pens fans.
|hell of a line right there|
For shame. For SHAME!
Anywho, we had a blast in our little alcove yelling and cheering the Pens on to victory with a packed house of revelers.
After a dinner of tender lamb kabobs, it was time for the third spur of our Saturday Trifecta, Mr. M at Club Cafe. All told, there were about ten in our group of groupies parked in the front, mole side.
|joe c, amy c, katie c, noreen, me, yoko, annie and cindy|
|Annalisa playing that wonky fiddle-horn thing|
|that's a whole lotta talent packed onto that l'il stage|
Moving on to the real reason for this gathering...
|a great moment captured by the talented Amy Crawford|
|half windmill courtesy of Amy Crawford|
We were treated to the last verse of Question en franchise (pour les dames) preceeded by an amusing story about his French teacher. (video courtesy LiveBurghMusic)
The crowd getting behind him on Barrier Reef. (courtesy LiveBurghMusic - more videos here)
And Annie and I gunking up my friend Noreen's video with our sing-along on Indefinitely. (I could have at least sang the correct words. asshat.) watch more of Noreen's videos here.
Black Prairie joined Rhett on stage for the final five songs of the master set, adding a delightful element to his works. A little honky tonky. A little Mellencamp-ish. A little twang.
Annalisa Torfelt matching his high C
solo set closer Our Love with a twist
And then just like that, it was over. Another fantastic performance seared in my memory. He played for over 2 hours, and still we all wanted more. Luckily, he'll be back with the 97's in March. Woot!
The one downer of the evening: Club Cafe has always been our favorite venue in the city, but lately the bar crowd has been beyond rude. I understand that patrons feel the right to talk during opening acts being as they came for the headliner, but Jesus H Christmas! now they're talking LOUDLY THROUGH the headliner!!?! It's embarrassing, and completely inexcusable.
I mean, What the fuck? What are we, Dallas? Come on, people! What's worse is this show was sold out. I personally know a handful of fans who would have gladly taken the collective ignorami's place, singing and dancing and adding to the experience instead of detracting from it.
Somebody needs to get all Mike Doughty all up on their asses. Seriously, either go next door to Jack's to yuck it up or just SHUT THE FUCK UP AND SING!
I realize that's contradictory, but you get my drift. I just hope this bad behavior doesn't dissuade him from coming back to play more solo shows.
Lost Without You
Help Me, Suzanne
Long Long Long
I Need To Know Where I Stand
This is What I Do
Out Of Love
Question (with French)
Fireflies (w/Annalisa Tornfelt)
Big Brown Eyes
Every Night Is Friday Night
with Black Prairie:
You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome
Wreck of the Old 97