Christopher Columbus … wtf?
Wednesday, February 12th, 2003Max Merritt, Wilson Pickett, Ray Charles. These guys rocked last night. The first support act, Max Merritt, was someone I’d never heard of before, but recognized his songs. Cool. There was this sax player who was the most unco person I’ve ever seen, but he sure showed a little tenderness.
Wilson Pickett had a really, really strong band, which was lucky, because he was as sick as a dog. Pickett’s act was awesome, and for me, the highlight of the show.
Ray was Ray. A legend with a great gift.
There was this crazy lady behind us who yelled out such gems as:
“Christopher Columbus went to America to find Ray Charles!” and
“We want Volcano Ice on CD!”
both of which were met with disgusted sighs and stony silence from the audience at how dumb this woman was. She was singing along and shit, and eventually Edward turned around and asked her to be quiet.
She set a dumb precedent. This meant to the other stupid people in the audience that it was ok to yell stuff out while people were playing. Case in point, Ray’s band were playing a few numbers before he came on, and this was interspersed with such gems as “Where’s Ray?” “I thought this was a Ray Charles show?” “We want Ray!”
The other precedent was that there would be no gaps between songs for small talk with the audience, in case crazy lady yelled something else stupid out.
Oh, did I mention dinner at the Foo beforehand. It was good too.
And afterwards, we headed back to the office and opened a bottle of 96 Penfolds Grange. We watched a couple of episodes of The West Wing, before heading home at 3am.
Great night.
