i'd been working like a dog in preparation for my recent florida business conference (not to be confused with "running like a dog through the everglades", but it amounts to much the same thing) so i've been woefully remiss on my jen kearney stalking. (not to mention the stalking of pete maclean, carl johnson, claire finley and mark mullins, who comprise jen's lost onion). well, last night was not only the first monday in a long time where i've had the luxury of a late night at toad, but it was also prime convertible weather, so everything was seriously into double bonus. (triple if you count being introduced to kim hilliard, of the martha's vineyard kim hilliards, to whose show i am looking forward to finding this summer while bumming around the cape in search of--in evasion from?--my upcoming 50th birthday).
jen didn't bring her telecaster, so no lenny kravitz or year of the ox, but carl brought all 11 on "what is and what should never be", so everyone got their guitar fix BUT GOOD. (when carl flashes his arm downward after the last upbeat on the verse, and slashes it across the volume knob so that you know it's turned ALL the way up, it's like being in church). claire was up to her enthusiastic best in goading the boys in the band on to *their* best, (no better rhythm section i know when she and pete are into it together), and jen was at her expansive best on the keyboard solos all night long, too. throw mark money-shot mullins on top with the brassiest of brass, and you've got everything you can dream on a monday night, and more--cuz the right home with the top down is the best moment of every day.
Labels: carl johnson, claire finley, jen kearney, lost onion, mark mullins, pete maclean, rave