Chest Fever last night, and I did not take a lot of photos -- in some cases I took no good ones of a given artist, and in other cases, I was sitting in back, giving an injured ankle a break. Then eventually my battery ran out. I shot video of Beau, but got no photos. Still, I did get a few pics I liked, in reverse order:
But I haven't much to say. There were some surprises (a lot of pro-Canadian sentiment in the between-song stage talk), and a few anachronistic, non-Band songs, like a Band-esque arrangement of "Atlantic City" and a touching cover of "Bobcaygeon." Was it Cobra Ramone who led Emmylou Harris' "Evangeline"? That was very engaging, not what I expected from someone named Cobra Ramone, and not a song I remember well from the movie. Too many high points to list (it was, really, a night of high points, room-filling, sweeping emotion and a huge sound; it's not every day you see a band that big on the Rickshaw stage, complete with a horn section). ). My sole quibble was that I didn't much care for the arrangement of "This Wheel's on Fire", which was too decisive about the mood of that song; the original has a mysterious quality, since the listener is not really able to figure out how they're supposed to be feeling: is the wheel being on fire a good thing or a bad thing? It didn't entirely work for me as an upbeat rocker. But I had no quibbles otherwise! Their drummer (TJ Rogers) sure could sound like Rick Danko! (Organ player Kris, meanwhile, was completely hidden behing his organ; still not sure what he looks like!).
Though they did not dip into The Basement Tapes (I don't think?), I loved the inclusion of "Hazel" off Planet Waves, a highly underrated Dylan/ Band collaboration that I was spinning just earlier today, delivered with Gord Kushner in the lead, looking more than a little like Noah Walker. (He also led "Forever Young", which has two flavours on Planet Waves, and "I Shall Be Released", which I ironically used for a much needed bathroom break). I don't think I knew before the show that Scott Smith played harmonica as well as guitar, but some stuff was pretty obvious (of COURSE Paul Pigat was Ronnie Hawkins, how did I not figure that?), and, like I say, it all tended to the maximal ("Sip the Wine", a song I did not know, sounded more like, 'Gulp the Ale" to me; no sipping involved). But that's a good thing: lot of the night's broadest emotional gestures worked the best, especially those made by Beau Wheeler, who did the two Neils of the night, Diamond and Young, managing to go above-and-beyond the already-enormous emotional envelope established otherwise, to get the audience waving their hands back and forth for the biggest reading of "Helpless" you could ever imagine or wish for. I haven't noticed Beau around much this past year. It was really fun to see him command so large a space, figure there were a lot of "who WAS that?" after he was done. How does one even prepare for a performance that enormous?
Actually one of the Neil Young songs, "Four Strong Winds", is by Ian Tyson, but Neil covers it on Comes a Time, so... anyhow, I have now posted vid. And yes, Bruce, I got some of Colleen's set... and one song by Chest Fever unaccompanied... and one Scott Smith... that's all I got!
Funniest comment of the night came from Marin Patenaude, who took the mike griping after Beau had finished his set, saying someting like, "Oh yeah sure, I have to go after Beau Wheeler doing THAT on his birthday! Fuck you Beau!" Some good laughs from the audience there.
One mystery yet unsolved: where was Rich Hope? Hope he's okay! No one mentioned what was going on -- I just expected him to materialize later in the night. Sorely missed, he would have fit perfectly (he's the guy I had presumed would be doing Dylan, in fact, mostly because I've heard him do Dylan before, in the form of "Gotta Serve Somebody", which song I'd half-wondered if he'd squeeze into the set; he would have had to have been there for that!). It was still a phenomenal show regardless, more fun up front than in back, since the boomers in back were singing along sometimes (damn boomers). Just when you think you've been amidst the oldest demographic ever to visit the Rickshaw en masse, surprise, the room just got older... I'm 58 and felt like I was on the young side in the room...
Be fun to add this to the roster of yearly tribute shows like the Bowie Ball or Keithmas!















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