A show in two parts.
A half hour of Mr Hiatt solo doing some old and some new (as in, unreleased) material. Then 90 minutes or so of Hiatt, Sonny Landreth and the Goners going through “Slow Turning”, which was released 30 years ago.
The first section was great. One man, guitar, and years of life in a voice. His slightly strained delivery always makes me thing that “yeah, he lived THAT feeling”. It’s something that comes through on his albums as well, and it’s great to hear live.
The second section I’m vexed about. The songs are great. Nary a duff song on the album. Prine is again in fine voice, although not quite at the very rare high notes he’s asked to hit. The thing is, he’s on stage with Sonny Landreth. Two issues here: One, he is great to watch. The he’s all arms and fingers with a curious mix of languid grace and intensity. Two, he sounds so good. The sound is being superbly mixed and you can hear everything.
The end result is that sometimes Hiatt becomes the spare guy who sings the song when Sonny isn’t playing. The totality of the experience is fine, but if – like me, uninformed – you’d come in to see and hear Hiatt, your expectations need to be rest sharpish.
Mostly my age and older. Some are very pleasant. Some just won’t shut up talking and get the full Paddington from me.
It made me think..
I don’t like going to the Birchmere sans Sharon.
That wasn’t a flatbread, it was a soft medium crust pizza.
I need to buy more Hiatt.