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Patti - NYE
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- Subject: Patti - NYE
- From: AskDaveLTC
- Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2006 15:54:58 EST
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Elvis Costello was right, "Radio is a sound salvation!"
I got to listen to Patti from the Bowery Ballroom last night on Sirius and
it was incredible - sound, setlist and performance.
I'm waiting for Patti to venture back to the D.C. area to see her but NYE on
Sirius was a real treat, siriusly!. Patti and the band were in fine form. I'm
always amazed at how the songs are constantly tweaked so they always sound
just a little bit different. Patti's humor was in the house the whole night.
As much as I love the music, I truly enjoy the banter in between almost as
much.
The show started at 10:10 with Till Victory. I immediately wondered if they
would repeat the playing of Easter from start to finish but they didn't.
Appropriately, they played Privilege and "set me free!"
Spell was in memory of Allen Ginsberg.
Before My Blakean Year, Patti commented on 'radioland" and what it was like
growing up listening to the radio and what was learned through it. She ramped
into the song with a litany of topics including Vietnam, Ohio State, etc.
The guitar work on MBY was really cool. It sounded so crisp and clear.
Right after MBY, Patti, then proceeded to comment on Sirius paying Howard
Stern too much money and everyone should write into Sirius and tell them so.
Then, in typical fashion, she said, you'll know what happened if we're not on at
1am (with the show's repeat broadcast).
Are You Experienced? was simply ethereal & exquisite. A real gem. Jimi would
be proud.
Wing was for Jessie.
Love's Consolation - a new song they started, stopped and I though might
abandon but they didn't. Patti told the story of how she wrote it that day and
it only had 1 chord. I think it is a keeper.
After BTN, Patti goes into a bit about money and the rich and how people
don't get paid what they're worth, citing musicians and their plight and smartly
leads into Free Money.
After Free Money, Patti apologizes a little for the previous tirade, tongue i
n cheek, then proceeds to update the Lobster Palace tale from the night
before. She gets the crowd worked up and after the crowd buzz builds up, she says
something like "that's what I like, people getting aggravated!". She goes
into Pissing In A River.
In perhaps the funniest segment, Patti talks about 2006 being The Year of
The Dog and that she, Lenny and Jackson were all dogs, although born in
different years! Next, is a bit about Bob Dylan and a Christmas card. Patti then
talks about presents and how she hates fruit cakes. She said she didn't get one
this year but thought she did. She got this heavy package and didn't open it
for 3 days because she thought it was a fruit cake. When she did open it, she
found out it was a puppy! Patti, of course, immediately, shouts out, "I'm
kidding!" You can tell, she loved that she pulled off a good joke. She then
goes into Dog Dream with her Bob Dylan voice in certain places to a great
effect.
It's now 11:50 and they go into a beautiful version of Peaceable Kingdom.
Shortly before midnight, any musician's nightmare, they launch into Gloria and
stick in Auld Lang Syne.
Now, and showing Patti's dry wit comedy genius, she brings back the 3 dog
theme and since it is a 3 Dog Night, they do Mama Told Me (Not To Come). At
first, I thought, "ugh" but I love her offbeat covers and this was a delight.
Think about it. Think about the lyrics. Patti really dug into them and sang them
with a lot of flex so they really sounded neat. The band had it together so
this was really a neat addition.
Then in a strong finish, a great Not Fade Away followed by the Declaration
of Independence and an indictment of George Bush segued into Rock 'n Roll
Nigger.
Can't remember when but Patti commented several times through the night
about Katrina and New Orleans.
The show ended at 12:35 after they waited a few minutes to see if Patti and
the band would return but they were gone . . .
Hazy Davy