In case you were curious, the Greg Brown show last night = awesome. I have to admit that I was a bit nervous to see the man with the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard live, because it was quite possible that he’d turn out to be old and goofy-looking and thus my image of him would suffer, even if just a little–but as luck would have it, my fear proved to be unfounded. The guy was great-looking, alright, and he was wonderful live. We were lucky enough to get scooted toward the front in a sold-out Nightlight show, so I was actually able to watch him play that guitar and sing those dirty blues, and I have to say it: though I don’t swoon easily, when he started rolling up those shirt-sleeves, I did swoon a bit, nevermind that he’s older than my dad, and married.
And as for the really drunk guy, well, he was there in the front corner, whistling and shouting nonsense through the whole set, passing Greg Brown (and Bo Ramsey, who accompanied Brown on the electric guitar) half-empty drinks and wobbling his way through the packed crowd to stand dead center in front of the stage. It seems to be a trend at most of the shows I’ve seen–the one really drunk guy who gets good and obnoxious and irritates everyone else who isn’t too drunk to care. Oh well. Greg Brown more than made up for it.