Great Moments with Mr. Lincoln
We just wrapped opening night of our tour with Peter Furler Band in Charlotte at the Neighborhood Theater — thank you, Queen City — and tonight it's Washington DC and Jammin Java! But first...
If you weren't there at Friday night's Secret Show in Nashville, I'm not trying to make you feel bad. It's just that the afterglow burns so bright that I must post this update before I explode.
Where to start? Maybe these sign spinners greeting people at the door?
Then a truly transcendent set from Fleming & John, who have somehow managed to plant an even higher flag atop their Greatness Peak. (Please join me in pestering them to bring us new music.)
Then an introduction by a beloved icon who went a bit off script (Executive Privilege?), but later redeemed himself with a dramatic reading of an apparently timeless lyric.
Note: Anybody showing up sporting a well-appointed Mr. Lincoln outfit can introduce a show on our current tour. I'm serious. We'll even allow for fake beards. But you have to stay on script.
And an 18 song set that included songs both new and beloved...
...including a stirring rendition of "Gloria" by the legendary Dave Perkins.
Then there was the after party. Where did the time go? So much love. So many poorly lit photos. So many delicious Fourth Meal offerings from our friends at Baja Burrito. And how about that 5-year-old rapper who was four hours past his bedtime? And how about this decades-spanning collection of ST-shirts?
Before we knew it, 1:30am beckoned with a Walking Tour of Lower Broadway led by the incomparable Don Chaffer of Waterdeep, who entertained us with Tales of the City and led glorious sing-alongs while we marveled at the legions of tourists suffering from, apparently, vertigo-inducing inner ear infections.
Was milk and cookies atop the Shelby Street Bridge at 2:30am enough to call it a night?
Apparently not, as 50 of you followed me to the Hermitage Cafe, where we were treated to variations on grits, gravy, and a jukebox full o' Poison (who still reign atop my least favorite band list). And kudos to our merry mob — the manager/head waitress told me you were the nicest late night group she's had in years.
At 4:05, I would like to claim the Last Man Standing award — okay, there were two young Secret Show stragglers still working the jukebox, but there's no way they're over 21 — as I ushered the remnants of our party out the door and into the pre-dawn glow of Music City, then took a blurry-eyed shot of my Honda Civic's dashboard as proof.
It was, simply put, one of our favorite nights ever. Thanks.
Steve, Peter, Jimmy & John