Whatever is said 'bout this show, say that CK met his match. Mother Nature beat him, hands down, no contest, she is still raging as I write, if it had been ANY other building in this torrential crap, I would have been legitimately worried 'bout my safety, the safety of the structure and, therefore, the safety of everybody else within striking range of the still-continuing destructive storms still ripping thru a major portion of the US. This was some and still is serious stuff, as evidenced by they're having to abandon the stage as the storm ripped yet again thru the area and lesser bands would have literally tossed in the towel. But a great band proves themselves not during the great time but during the hard times and this had to be both challenging and stressful to everyone involved.

Amazing that while all this chaos was (and is) occurring, the band soldiered on. Paul and Silas started the party going 78RPM then Back on the Train slowed back into a 33 1/3RPM groove going on and signaled good things ahead. Unfortunately, that did not include the weather, LOL!

As much as I was trying to pay attention to what was happening on stage, I personally found it impossible to watch or really as much attention as I ordinarily would due to what was happening 'round the perimeter of the roof so someone else would be better served to comment on the rest of the set. One thing for sure, I was grateful beyond belief that I had a GA Pit seat tonight. And during the worse of it I still got soaked, the wind were WHIPPING thru the venue every which way as the storms swirled 'round us.

After they did resume, of which they got on the PA at least twice to keep the crowd as advised as possible, they picked up right where they had to leave off with Mound. I always write Tweezer off, not wanting to be pining for my favorite song but, once again, just when I least expected it, they ripped it. And the same for everything else, each song a virtual set closer onto itself, Slave, Bowie, wow. Trey cutting off Paige towards the end of an enormously celebratory Suzy, it sounded like Paige and Trey were good-naturedly ribbing each other before bringing the house down at its conclusion. Gotta Jibboo did, big time, the pit becoming one big amoeba swaying back and forth to the rhythm section while Trey and Paige tinkled with our ears. Hood soared, Character Zero, exhausting. The Birdwatcher was beyond hilarious as everyone could tell and Kung, yet another set-closing sounding song that actually ended up being the set closer.

Funky Bitch>Tweezer Reprise. Pretty self-explanatory IMHO.

Just like the great magicians, opps, I meant musicians, they've learned from their predecessors: Leave 'em smiling. Mission accomplished. Too bad they had to compete with the Mother of all Mothers. If I had to rate 'em, Sunday Merriweather is still the winner out of seven seen on this tour so far but they tried their hearts out and still had a great time on stage doing so but the side, and perhaps the main, story will be the weather and, with that, how a band has continued to persevere thru its own stormy weather to emerge as one that, apparently, is happy with itself. And one that wants us to be happy. See you in Charlotte.

Peace,
Alex