like crystal all the way up to full concert volume awesome. like, when carl's amp was miked through the PA, it was like aural sex. awesome. (yes, that was me with my right ear glued to the right channel speaker while claire finley was laying it down during "living (just enough) for the city"). i mean, if they had sound like this in the room every weekend, i'd go to see just about anybody. i mean, really good sound. like the kind of sound that makes the bartender asking "what's in a CC and water?" an amusing anecdote. and, not for nothing, but the bartenders last night seemed to have actually tended one before, and did a just fine job of it, all night long.
and the waitresses were wearing sensible shoes, too! and, by sensible, i don't mean dowdy--ours was rockin some black pump rubber sole club rockets that carried her around the floor in record time, and i never had to wait for my bud bottles all night long, even at the beginning. (yes, virginia, they had beer available from the moment they opened the room--imagine that). lest you be worried about my beer habits vis a vis the bud bottles, let me add that the tap stuff they were relaying up from downstairs in pitchers, and i just couldn't go that extra mile of faith, and, besides, what's there not to like about bud in a bottle when the music sounds this good?
i'll tell you.
nothing not to like.
i even noticed them cleaning the ladies room at the end of the night (which is to say, not skipping it so that the next crowd gets the sanitation roulette wheel) and sincerely trying to please. what a concept!
i'm gonna go back. (yeah, i know!)