Baby every bone in my body's gone to jumpin' like they gonna come through my skin. If they could get along with out the rest of me it wouldn't matter if they did....
I was a lucky man on the guest list last Monday and Tuesday for the Drive-by Truckers Dirt Underneath shows at the Great American Music Hall in San Francisco. I was a lucky fan on the guest list......
I want to do it all over again. I want to do those two nights all over again. Change nothing.
Not the stifling, oppressive heat that
wilted my air-
conditionless city the 3 days before and during the first night of the shows... nor the stomach bug contracted on Monday night that made
pre-show Tuesday an adventure in sphincter control... nor the 7 previous 12 hour work days making sure that 700 future attorney's computers worked so they could spew all they knew about torts and contracts and Constitutional law into their exams.
I just want to do it all again.
Exactly. The. Same. As. It. Was.
That's always the case after a Truckers show, isn't it? You just want to do it all over again... and again... and again.....
But, this was something special.
Really special.
Not entirely due to the line up change or the sitting down
acoustic part... the 'special' this time was the 'magic' this group of
musicians created on stage and gave as a priceless gift to those who attended.
Chemistry... collaboration.... ensemble... call it what you may. The Drive-by Truckers took a step up.
Rarely have I been moved like I was on both Monday and Tuesday night. Transported. Transcended.
In my post after the Monday night show I included the definition of the word transcendence:
1 a: exceeding usual limits : surpassing b: extending or lying beyond the limits of ordinary experience cin Kantian philosophy : being beyond the limits of all possible experience and knowledge2: being beyond comprehension3: transcending the universe or material existence
With these TDU shows, DBT exceeded their usual limits... went beyond my experience and knowledge of the band. No longer does Patterson need to concern himself with DBT turning into a parody of itself. DBT has transcended.
DBT has gone beyond....
With this
transcendence, the longevity of
DBT has increased exponentially, IMO. I feel I'll get to watch this band live in some form or fashion for the rest of my natural days and I plan on living a long damn time. Even if its just Patterson and Cooley in rocking chairs playing out of tune together because then can't hear, all the while cussing at each other for being out of tune. We'll call it old
timey avant-redneck-
garde.
The expansions are limitless, the talent extraordinary.
What's mind-boggling is that it seems they've only scratched the surface.
Word
smyths, tune-
crafters, stand up, sit down, soul, muscle, sound, country, rock, country-rock, rock-rock, punk, pop, punk-pop,
punktry, git-tars, organs, pie-
anners, pedal steel, git-tar bass, bass bass, harmonica, banjo, high harmonies, apparently
hand boning and on and on and on.....
I could gush on and on and on....
I'll lump all of the high-high lights from both nights together.
The first thing I notice from both nights were the vocals. Both Patterson and Cooley sang as well as I've ever heard them. Patterson so impressed me with a vocal range I didn't know he had and a
harmonized falsetto that had only been displayed
occassionally that I thought he might be working with a vocal coach. I asked someone about this and the response was "Nah, Patterson's just pulling it out of his ass".
That is one talented ass.
Cooley's voice was the
strongest and tuned I've ever heard from him, too.
Spooner.
Fuckin'
Spooner, y'all. A
freakin' legend on stage with
DBT. What a sweet, incredible man.
Neff supplied some sweet high harmonies that really added another
dimension to the band.
Shonna worked both alto and lower soprano ranges and her harmonizing on Angels was outstanding. I closed my eyes and I could have been listening to the record.
One song drew me so in that the people around me, the lights, the stage, my chair all disappeared. It was just me floating along with
DBT in space. Gravity was gone but the song was "World of Hurt".
PocketShelley posted the following on Patterson's
MySpace comments and it sums up the "World of Hurt" experience completely in its simplicity and awe.
"You wrote "World of Hurt". Not only that, but you played it San Francisco this week, and I was there. This make me a very lucky guy. Thank you!"
Matt played Eddie Hinton exclusively first night
pre-show. Very sweet!
So intimate was the setting that you could hear
Shonna's finger nails click
when she
whappity-
whapped a bass string.
The slower arraignment of One of These Days was beautiful.
Check out time in Vegas: Telling a true tale that sounds better suited for fiction but having the
chops to know
truth is always stranger than fiction.
That 'Bax' works for the band now is a treat. Check out him and
Cooley jamming together here. He makes sweet git-tars.
Puttin' People on the Moon... A personal favorite and both nights completely nailed to the wall by the band. With two grandfathers battling cancer (both worked for TVA) and a father who, recently, had some benign
polyps removed... all 3 living in the Shoals... yeah, that song means something to me... especially the scream at the end.
Two daughters.... nothing I can say would do justice.
Buttholeville/State Trooper
caught fire and damn near burned the house down. It made me want to throw my chair across the concert hall.
After the Scene Dies is already a personal favorite.
Cooley debuted Lisa's Birthday in San Francisco. In your face, rest of the toured cities!
John
Neff can play a guitar like
nobodies business. He left me slacked jawed on a couple of solos. And, of course, his pedal steel is other worldly, but his guitar playing is equally impressive.
Shonna playing a stand up bass with a bow.... made my nipples hard.
The Monday night crowd were the
aficionados. Standing ovations were being slung left and right.
Tuesday's crowd still contained the same
DBT aficionados with the addition of the
scenesters and hipsters. Great crowds both nights. San Francisco really came out in force on a Monday and Tuesday. I know you Athens folks don't want to hear this, but I can't imagine two better audiences than the collection in San Francisco.
When I think back to seeing
DBT for the first time at The Fillmore opening up for Government Mule, still trucking around in the white van wearing t-shirts where the wrinkles had wrinkles and I compare it to what I saw on Monday and Tuesday, I think, wow.... Cooley can afford silk shirts now.
You've come a long way,
DBT.
How ready is this band for an Austin City Limits gig? It's been long over due in my opinion but with this showcase of songs sitting down and tales facing up the folks who book that show just ain't being christian by not having
DBT on pronto.
Below are some pictures and the paraphrased quotes I remember from the stage. I didn't write any of them down
verbatim, so, I had to rely on the
ol'noggin.
All quotes are approximately what was said.
Patterson made a comment about Cooley's Tuesday night shirt.
Cooley's response: "I bought this shirt from a gay man in San Francisco. Can you imagine?"
Cooley takes a beat then says...
"OK, I didn't "buy" it."
Patterson relaying his story about his father's two favorite cities. Amsterdam and San Francisco. Said he felt like he grew up in San Francisco.
Can't smoke indoors in California my ass.
' Cooley's shirt.
Cooley: Looks at the table seated directly in front of him whose eyes were at crotch level and says, "I bet y'all are glad I'm not wearin' a dress right now"
Cooley after the only lengthy pause on stage during night 2 that caused the crowd chatter to rise:
"Just 'cause we're dickin' around up here don't mean y'all get to, too"
Let's Play....
What is EZB thinkin'?!
A. What the fuck is Cooley wearing?
B. Cooley's a dick! I told him I was wearing silk tonight.
C. The dude he bought that shirt from must of been really gay.
D. I knew I should have gone with a print instead of a solid.
Ummm, Shonna.... we're, uh, playin' a song.... Shonna?
After Tuesday's show I went back stage to see the boys and girl. Everyone was in a very fine mood... laughing and bullshitting around. They really seemed to have enjoyed themselves.
Cooley was wearing a woven basket on his head. Don't ask. But it did go well with the shirt.
Note to Patterson: It was great chatting with you for a while. I appreciated it very much. Hopefully I'll see you guys real soon.
Note to Josh: Man, I can't thank you enough for taking care of me those two days. You are a fine man.
I over heard Shonna telling a Helen Keller joke so we swapped a few. Shonna knew the punchline to my favorite one "Why did Helen Keller's dog run away?" If you ever run into me ask and I'll give you the punchline... it's partly a visual and sooo funny.
That joke is a definite ticket to Hell. And Shonna knew the punchline. She's too cool.
Tuscumbia, Alabama produced Helen Keller... and Mike Cooley. Go figure.
Shonna made a comment regarding one good eye and her level of being buzzed. This absolutely killed and had everybody giggling their asses off. Again, the band was in a killer mood post show.
About that time, EZB rounds the corner and sees this laughing mess of humanity, cocks one eyebrow up and just shakes his head from side to side. Made the moment even funnier.
I tried to instigate a fight between John Neff and a fake ficus tree. Neff placed a hat on top of a fake ficus. Neff was eyeing it up and I told Neff not to take any shit from the Ficus. Neff stares down the tree for a moment then says "Fucking Ficus". Neff would have beaten that ficus' ass but the ficus wouldn't make the first move.
I agree, Neff. "Fucking Ficus". I can't stand those trees. Coming over here and attaching themselves to our dirt.
American Idol winner Taylor Hicks paid a visit back stage on Tuesday night. He had a show at the Orpheum on Wednesday. Taylor is a super nice guy and a home boy from Alabama. I know people want to give shit about American Idol, but I tell you right now... I watched it when Taylor was on and I cheered him on every week.... Same with Ruben and Bo.
You put someone from Alabama into any kind of competition and I'm there, hardcore, pulling for them to win. Taylor won a competition that is the most watched show on television. He received millions upon millions of votes... was the underdog because he didn't fit some bullshit look...and he came away with a million dollar recording contract. Kick fucking ass, Taylor!
Can't wait for him to get out from under the A.I. thumb so he can get back to his soul roots.
Look at these rascals.
