Johnny Cash Museum

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Left to my own devices, I would probably never visit the Johnny Cash Museum.  I don’t remember what TV shows I watched in the 70’s, but he was on a lot of them.  He never struck a chord with me.  He did with my friend, though, so we stopped on the way to Louisville for the Nick Cave concert I recently reviewed. 

We arrived early on a Saturday morning, to find a line of about 20 people awaiting the 10:00 a.m. opening.  The museum opened this year, but it was still surprising.  You enter a store area for which admission is not required.  Get your Johnny Cash CDs, T-shirts, mugs, shot glasses, etc...


Upon entering the museum proper, there’s a lot of personal memorabilia that follows, but the series of photos of Cash through the years tells the story of a life lived not just in changing fashions, but the physical changes on a man who lived life hard.


The rest of the exhibits speak in various ways to Cash through the decades.   Surprisingly, you’re allowed to take pictures of anything, as long as there is no flash.  If you’re a Cash fan, you’re going anyway, so I only took a few.


His initials, as above, are for John R. Cash.  “Johnny” was adapted for stage use.  Below is the “Million Dollar Quarter Signed Photo,” featuring Jerry Lee Lewis, Carl Perkins, Elvis Presley and Cash, autographed by everyone but Elvis for the museum founder.  C’mon, Elvis.


I’m not a particular fan of country music, but I have an appreciation for success.  Cash’s gold and platinum selling records speak to his appeal through the years.

His first album was released in 1957, and the final one was in 2002, not including posthumous releases.  There have been a total of 96 studio albums containing original material, and in other forms over 500.  A total of 51 albums made the Billboard Top 100, whose measurements of industry sales have been the standard since about the time when Cash began recording.


The wall of album covers is certain to bring back memories to many of his fans.  I suppose that these truly belong in a museum, as the new generation will have no visual reminders of their time spent enjoying digital music content.


He also released quite a few singles.  (That’s how individual songs were released, kids, with a B-side song on the reverse.  One or none of these songs might appear on the LPs, the Long Playing records pictured above).

His first single was “cry! Cry! Cry!” on Sun Records in 1955. It debuted at #6 n the Billboard chart.  His first #1 single was “I Walk the Line” in 1956, and his final song to chart while he was alive was “Hurt” in 2003.

He placed 134 singles on the Billboard charts including at least two each year for a 38 consecutive year period.  Like I said, he was on TV all the time...  Now, if only The Beatles had matched that...


The museum has a variety of personal remembrances, stage clothing, guitars, and similar.  But, he started simple, as the portrait below suggests, and finished that way.  I’d consider many of his lyrics poetry, especially those late in his life when he was extremely reflective.


There are ample tourist options in the Nashville area, and the Johnny Cash Museum belongs high on the list.

Kudos for the souvenir quality, vintage style admission ticket.


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Kayaking the Dawson Forest Wildlife Area

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Last year, my wife and friends joined me on a kayaking trip on the Yahoola Creek and Chestatee River.  It was great fun, and I’ve had intentions of returning sooner.   Our party now somewhat larger, we returned for Appalachian OutfittersDawson Forest Wildlife Management Area trip... “our longest and most remote river trip.”  


That equates to around 8.5 miles on a spacious river that is undeveloped along the length of the excursion.

We arrived for our 10:00 launch, to find that The Kelly Bridge Landing is actually the end point.  We soon boarded AO’s van to an upstream launch point, which makes sense as those boating can then leave whenever they return to Kelly Landing, rather than having to wait for a van to return to their vehicles.  The meeting area has a portable potty and a very basic structure for changing clothes afterwards. 


Before launch, we got the basics of river safety, a warning about snakes and spiders dropping into the boats from tree limbs (oh my!), and instructions about how to estimate the distance we’ve traveled down the Etowah.  The first is always helpful for new boaters, the second is remotely possible and the third is helpful but also a tease as river mileage markers are posted along the length.

We opted for the sit-on-top kayaks, while others joining us on the river chose canoes.  This included a father and daughter spending quality time and another group of four friends. 

This river trip is easy, and AO advertises it as “an excellent choice for even first time paddlers.”  “Easy” means it’s a wide, slow moving river with no rapids to cause a heartache.  But... you have to be able to steer.  There are rocks in the middle and fallen trees that encourage you to go around them.  And, if it’s your first time, you should probably avoid running into other things, like the banks.


This was possibly the first canoeing adventure for the four friends.  If you’ve never canoed, a few words of advice.  Practice a bit before you go far.  The person in the rear can generally use their paddle as a rudder to good advantage, absent any paddling even.   Secondly, no matter how romantic you’re feeling, don’t bring a guitar.  The wood doesn’t like to get wet. 

The canoes went first, and after we went perhaps 50 yards downstream, we asked the fellow with the guitar to play us a tune.   And, why not?  He had stopped, while his other friends were in the water trying to flip the canoe back over and climb in.   He happily serenades us with a verse of “Dueling Banjo’s.”  The guitar sounded in tune, and he played it well.  However, I don’t know if he kept his sense of humor as about 200 yards later, we looked back and saw that he was trying to get back into his canoe as well.  Hope everything worked out for them.  And his guitar.

Forrest, our AO rep who gave us the lay of the river, also encouraged us to walk up a small creek feeding in from the left at around mile 5 which would lead to Barefoot Falls.  Well, now we’re on a mission, to both enjoy the river and satisfy a quest.

There were a couple of non-creeks and wet ditches that we passed, but the creek’s size didn’t impress when we came to it.   The “rope swing” landmark that Forrest had mentioned had broken the previous week, but we found the remains to confirm that the little creek was indeed the creek.  We managed to pull out six kayaks in an area not particularly well suited for that...

... plus one canoe, as the father/daughter canoe team caught up to us, also volunteering to take and send pictures of us on the river and at the Falls.  Thanks, Jim! (And, yes, I tweaked the photos a bit).

From Barefoot Falls (bare feet not recommended in getting there), this is the creek that walked in, perhaps 50 yards from the river.  It looks simple, but it narrows and there are a few spots that will swallow a foot in the muck.


Turning around 180o, there it is.  I don’t think I’d climb these falls barefoot, at least without a very well padded rear end.  I would guess that kayaking is the best means of finding these falls.


Stepping back a bit... Jim provided us with the glamour shot.


... and I tweaked it for a tougher, grittier look like we worked hard for it:


It was a beautiful day on the river, not too hot and with an occasional breeze.  The river is frequently shaded, but I’d recommend a hat, sunscreen and insect repellent.    The trip took about 3 hours on the water, at an unhurried pace which includes the quest for the waterfall.  Oh yeah, bring a bottle of water.


Now, about that Cold War nuclear testing facility...

Also observable along the river were the remains of fairly non-substantial bridge trusses and concrete footings which previously held train tracks. 

In the 1960’s, Lockheed and the US Air Force operated the Georgia Nuclear Aircraft Laboratory (AFP No. 67) at this site, which was closed in 1971 and acquired by the City of Atlanta for a possible future airport.

There’s ample reading out there on the subject, but the goal was to determine the possibility of nuclear powered aircraft, the radiation’s effects on aircraft parts, and, mentioned in a number of unofficial sites, possibly testing the effects of radiation on rats and the general environment to better understand what the effects of radiation would be without all the property damage.   An unshielded reactor is reported to have been used.

That inspires nothing but confidence that the area is safe, with, again noting these to be from unofficial sites, that the main testing area has an underground facility that was flooded and sealed.  I’m sure anything contaminated is strictly confined for eternity.  Here’s one site with pictures you can read if you like.

I’ve posted a video below about the endeavor, and at around the 3:00 minute mark is a pumping station that we observed which was rather creepy.  The river isn’t free from graffiti, either, as it was adorned with various musings including “Be Your Own God.” 

I gather the USAF and Lockheed tried that and failed.

(For anyone who knows our friend Gregg... he ventured bravely under a fallen tree only to find himself in the river, our only capsize of the day).

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NoDa Brewing Company

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While visiting Charlotte, I had time for one (1) brewery visit.  Like most cities, the options for craft brewing is expanding.  Geography plays a part in narrowing the choices, as do published hours of operations.  NoDa Brewing won on two additional accounts:  a scheduled brewery tour on a Tuesday (as opposed to just an open tap room) and a variety of beers that largely fall exactly within my taste buds – hoppy beers and Belgians.

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The brewery is named due to their location, North Davidson Street, an area rediscovering itself as it moves from blight to eclecticism.  How long they remain there is open for speculation.  Additional fermenters were being for squeezing into the building, but after that, the lot doesn’t have much room for expansion.  Business is booming, even for a brewery with a self-described distribution of a 30 mile radius of Charlotte.  It’s all they can do to keep up, and for good reason.  They make excellent beer.

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The left column is their regular offerings, and the right column lists their seasonals.  These are enjoyed in a very nice tap room, one that had a surprising number of people for a Tuesday night.   Based on the geographic spread of the visitors on the tour (~20 with only a couple of locals), I’d wager that the Tuesday tours makes a difference (most were outside on patio when I took the picture below).

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The tour was informative, and, as such things go, a humorous and patient endeavor. 

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The group asked several fairly specific brewing questions, and Head Brewer Chad stepped in frequently to clarify or otherwise steal the limelight from Tyler, the titular tour guide, whilst going about his work.

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So, they make “high hops high alcohol beers.”  That’s not a narrow goal.  Their Hop, Drop, N’ Roll IPA finished first out of 224 entries at the World Beer Cup (235 countries represented across categories).  I had a pint of this and would have brought home a 4-pack, but they were sold out.   It was very tasty, without being too bitter or too adulterated.

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Other discussions regarded what makes “skunky” beer (lack of air tight seals, UV light), the emergence of canning as a suitable container for craft beer, and their use of a mobile canning company that can process 34 cans per minute.  I think that statistic plus the recognition of their flagship beer explains why they were out of stock of 4-packs...  and the 30 mile radius.  Growth is imminent for NoDa.

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The flight ($7) above consists, L-R, of Haulin’ Oats Hoppy Saison, Triumphant Belgian Styled Trippel, Ghost Hop White IPA, and CAVU American Blonde Ale (named for the aviation term, Ceiling and Visibility Unlimited). 

I would say “if only they provided food, I could stay for hours.”  They typically have a food truck, located just outside.  I opted for the nearby Cabo Fish Taco instead, which was excellent.

NoDa was a very worthy stop, and, in my estimation, better than any of the Atlanta breweries I’ve visited.

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The Counter – Restaurant Review

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I visited The Counter some years ago, soon after they opened, with a bunch of coworkers.  The service was slow, the prices were higher than we expected, and the quality was so-so.   I’ve passed it by many times since, with the eventual realization that... it had survived.  Usually when it’s a “one and done” visit, I can connect the dots to a “For Lease” sign within 6 months.  Wrong!


With hungry college pests kids in tow, it was time for a revisit.   The interior may have been remodeled if my memory holds, and it’s pleasant enough despite metal chairs that add to the din.  They’ve retained the bar and have a modest selection of craft beers on draught.  

Their niche is that you get to create your own burger.  They have a few menu selections, essentially a tailored sandwich for each meat option, where’s the adventure in that?   This is where you go for a custom burger, so grab your pencil and get to work.  You do this with a clipped order sheet within the menu, and it takes some time to figure out what you what you want. 


This is a one page affair with a plethora of options, so it goes without saying that there is fine print.   

Meats – well, I came for a burgers, and if there’s a default definition of “burger,” it says “beef.”   Happily, there are no small numbers to the side that represent an upcharge to “hormone and antibiotic free” beef.   $12.50 for a half pound burger... sigh.    By the time you add a side order of fries for $3, a soda for $2, tax and tip,  you’re summing at $23 per person for... an admittedly higher quality combo than at your fast food vendor of choice.  But is it $15 better?

Cheese – pick one of ample options, good deal.  Gouda is gooda on burgers, and a decidedly different option than my spicy jack tendencies.

Choose a Sauce.  Hmm. 

“I need some help here.  What are all these options?”

Pesto.  Maybe.  Good on pizza.  Probably with chicken.  Sigh.  You can’t really choose a sauce until you know what else you have going on.  The sauce question is misplaced in the selection order.

Unlimited Toppings – I like the sound of that!  Can I take selected options and make a side salad of them?  Oh, and “Google? It’s me.  Hi again.”  Some of the premium toppings are of interest, but at $12.50, I’m holding a line in the sand.

Buns – pretty straightforward, but watch for the upcharges.

Order taken, then wait... And wait.  Hey, it’s a custom burger.  Mucho detail.  And Wait.   *yawn*  Well, at least World Cup soccer is on.  And this must be the normal pace, because the waiter doesn’t seem to bothered about it.  This is not a place for a quick bite.  If you’re with others that want to enjoy extended conversation, this works.   If you’re on a schedule, you best have a smart phone to text your tardiness.  

Skipping forward in time...


It’s very nicely presented.   While waiting, you probably enjoyed seeing what other assortments got stacked.  The waiters should probably parade these around like a fashion show before delivering them to the intended table.  There’s a lot of variation.

So, here we are.  The quality of the ingredients was excellent.  The sauce menu should have indicated that these are provided on the side by default; I might have tried something more interesting... and should have.  Pesto had no place on the assembly before me and was left unused.

I ordered the pineapples thinking that I’d enjoy them on the side.  After a few bites of the burger, I put them back on and they sweetened the flavor appreciably.  Don’t be afraid to order too many things and mix and match after tasting, says me.

I’m not sure if the crushed peanuts even made it to the burger, but they were a “what the heck” check off anyway.  The croutons... I was looking for a little crunch, but these were too thick to allow the hopeful notion that thuntitled-56-4is should be a hand-held burger.  They became my side salad, of sorts.  They crunched nicely.

Stepping back a bit, with this many ingredient options, it helps me appreciate what chefs go through when they list a specialty burger on the menu.  There has to be both a certain cross section and balance of flavors and texture, without throwing in the kitchen sink... Perhaps this is why I probably keep searching for the perfect burger.  There’s just too many options. 

I was pleased with mine, nonetheless.  I tend to favor spicy ingredients or sauces that overwhelm the flavor of the meat to the point where the burger becomes a tasteless substrate.  That would be a waste of all that hormone and antiobotic-free care given to the, um, cow that donated to the cause.   My choices didn’t do that here.  Go me.

I might try this again sometime to further tweak some preferences, but...  there’s plenty of perfectly good selections at other “quality” burger establishments, and they tend to 1) cost $1-$3 less and 2) include a side order of fries.  I understand that maintaining the host of ingredients that The Counter offers carries a cost, but so does $23 x (insert # of people for whom you’re paying).  Ouch.

So, we have a lengthy wait, a minimalist and somewhat noisy interior, prices on the high end of the burger wars and....

I hate skinny fries.  I know some people like them, and the picture makes it look like you get a lot of them.  Go to Fuddruckers.  Six of their steak fries would equal this batch.  Okay, seven then...  but seven satisfying bites into fried potato goodness rather than nibbling like a hamster. 

4 of 5 STARS



$5 less and it would be five stars, warts and all.  It’s good for an occasion, but money is better spent elsewhere.

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Nick Cave – Live at Louisville Palace Theatre

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In the planning for months, my concert buddy and I ventured to his old Kentucky home to see Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, the closest this tour offered with a free bed and breakfast.

Near the end of our preparatory brew, US World Cup viewing and grub at Bluegrass Brewing, we observed Jim James from My Morning Jacket, presumably to see the show.  Do you chat a rocker up?  Give him a familiar pat on the shoulder?  Ask for a photo?  An autograph?

Me: “Hey, enjoy your music.”  He: “Thanks.”  Well enough.


Just down the street is the Palace Theatre, which currently seats 2,700.  Reminiscent of Atlanta’s Fox Theater in ornateness, it was an attraction unto itself.


“Enter and view with astonishment the magnificence that the hand of man has wrought. The more you look, the more you will see.”—The Courier Journal September 1, 1928 written about the opening of the Palace Theatre.

The entry lobby, viewed in reverse below, captures one’s attention upon entering.


From here, one can either go upstairs or directly into what I’ll call a Grand Hallway.  Unexpectedly, the theatre is off to the right, positioned at a “L” to the street. 

For the Cave fans waiting to get gear at forthcoming shows, T-shirts were $30, but only indicates the current tour cities and dates.  If you’re looking for something more provocative (humorous but unsuitable in most public places), then you’ll find that there is an option for that as well.


Fountains, statues, coloring, coves – the Theatre has a Spanish Baroque revival motif that was restored in the 1990’s.  The Theatre is loaded with bars at every level, including a few cool hangouts.


The ceiling... (click on any picture to expand it)... includes 139, 140, or 141 (depending on the source...) medallion faces of famous people such as Socrates, Beethoven, Dante, DaVinci and, fittingly, the theatre architect, John Eberson.


But this is a concert review, right?

The opening act, Warpaint, opened promptly to a gradually filling theatre, but did so without sufficient volume to alert people in the hallway that they had begun.  The stage lighting effort consisted of three shades of darkness, and the sound was apparently primed for Cave and therefore left untended.  The band seemed confident enough, but they only played five songs (“Keep it Healthy,” “Love is to Die,” “Disco,” “No Way Out,” and “Elephants”).  The presentation reflected their atmospheric, light rhythmic music, but the unintelligible lyrics hampered any real appreciation for what they were doing.  Treat your opening acts better, venues.


Without the implied comparison, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds exploded onto the stage, thankfully with all production hands on deck and immediately improved audio.   I’ve had difficulty explaining to people the type of music that Cave writes, and it’s been a frequent problem because few have heard of him... old fogies and all, I guess.

My concert buddy starts with describing Cave as a poet, which is fair enough.  I’ve reviewed his most recent CD on this blog, in which I let a snippet of lyrics say things better than I could.


Cave is one of those rare people who can not only write with a vision, but sing to it as well.  Performed live, the polished melding of voice and music found on his recordings becomes a wild, rabid thing, played out with an affecting mania, at times a wooing siren call and, at others, a punishing viciousness (“Stagger Lee,” anyone?).


The photo above gives a reasonable glimmer of much of the lighting of the show.  As much as Cave’s lyrics find shape in the dark places, it seems he prefers those on stage as well.  But that doesn’t mean he hides.  Into only the second song, “Jubilee Street,” Cave’s dashes across the stage front was too confining so he left the stage, going through the VIP folks down front and well into the seats, a place he would venture many times during the evening.


This is a 56 year old, stepping on small wooden armrests as he goes deep into the crowd, pulling a microphone cord, his face and hands drawing people to him, responding to those inputs... and meanwhile proclaiming his lyrics as strongly as one might imagine Jonathon Edwards exhorting his faithful.

The song was everything one could hope for.

Meanwhile, we’ll take a TV blogger time out.  I take photos in concerts, with a camera.  Most use cell phones.   When everyone is doing it, it’s what it is.  When a few are doing it, they’re usually careful not to distract others too much from their experience.  It’s the modern era, and rather than wishing for a return to flashbulbs, I wish I had my digital camera going back to the Doobie’s in 1979. 

But!  Imagine you’re Nick Cave.  You’re sweating, you’re caught up in your performance, you’re balancing precariously on arm rests, strangers are pushing or holding onto you, you’re clamoring for audience response, and you look down and find yourself singing to...


The back of a FREAKING IPAD staring you in the face?!!!  And how about all those people behind the offender who now can’t see?  Miserable creature(s).  Rant over.

Where were we?  Oh, yeah.  “Jubilee Street”... which would have been the perfect closer, but positioned second in the play list.   This wasn’t to be a slow, drawing in for the uninitiated.   As the professed metal head next to me said, “I guess this isn’t a sitting down show.”  Not an option.

The band was tip top, a fairly demonstrative group who knew their parts and knew their cues but who didn’t stand a chance to become an audience focal point against Cave.


Even when Cave wasn’t in the audience, he was everywhere on the stage, crossing from one side to other, inviting his faithful closer with sweeping hand gestures, touching hands, holding a woman’s head in a suggestive spot (ahem), calling others to come forward with his hands and eyes...

Watching Cave do this is a thing.  It’s why you go to a live performance.  The changing background colorings on the curtain were elegant, as they should be.   And, Cave’s constantly changing poses and gyrations are truer to his music than Mick Jagger’s has been since, well, ever.  Somehow, the quality of what you’re hearing isn’t lost in the visual distraction.

“From Her to Eternity,” “Push the Sky Away,” and “Higgs Boson Blues,” “Red Right Hand,” and “God is in the House” were favorites.  There’s concert video out there on YouTube, but it’s not the same as being there and feeling it.


The only introduced Bad Seed, Warren Ellis, played tremendous guitar and violin to add ferocity to the music.  My only quibble would be that when he cranked it up, the desired intensity overwhelmed the Seeds’ music.  I.e, loud noise.  Intentional?  Maybe.  But, I hope not.


5 of 5 STARS




We Know Who U R
Jubilee Street
Red Right Hand
The Weeping Song
From Her to Eternity
West Country Girl
Into My Arms
God is in the House
Higgs Boson Blues
The Mercy Seat
Stagger Lee
Push the Sky Away


The Ship Song
Papa Won’t Leave You, Henry
The Lyre of Orpheus

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World Party – Live at Variety Playhouse

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I came to this concert with a moderate curiosity.  It began with The Waterboys, who have become a favorite over the years, and World Party’s leader, Kurt Wallinger, left that band early in its career.  In 2011, Wallinger released a collection of assorted unreleased material, marquee5 discs long, that caught and held my ear.   He tours rarely, but scheduled a stop at my favorite venue, and... it’s not that expensive.  And it was a Friday night, which was the final tumbler finding its place.

The opener, on solo acoustic guitar, was Gabriel Kelley.  He has a fine baritone voice, and a powerful one when he lets it loose.  Accompanying himself with harmonica and a foot cymbal, he played a handful of well structured and well received songs, and VP’s sterling audio and respectful audience gave his voice plenty of space.  That said, there’s a downer feel in both his music and lyrics, and it’s hard to imagine listening to his songs outside of a live venue.   Still, it was an enjoyable performance, and he has a humorous and gracious banter between songs.  I’d like to hear Fleet Foxes rounded out with his bottom end.  A highlight was a cover of Van Morrison’s “Into the Mystic.”

World Party took the stage with perhaps over 300 people attending.  They’ve had some commercial success, but 5 albums over 30 years doesn’t generate legions of fans.  Taking the stage, they were very appreciative of a standing audience, their first on the tour which led to a lot of interaction from all three members with the crowd.   As it goes with some other concerts I’ve been to, I (and particularly my son) were far less familiar with their work than others in the crowd. 


In that context, “Waiting Such a Long Time” made sense as a first song, as it had apparently been 5 or more years since the band played in Atlanta.  From the first song, it was obvious that Wallinger was either struck by the Georgia heat or recovering from an illness.  He joked throughout the evening, for those close enough to hear, as he toweled himself dry between songs (“This is ridiculous.  I just drank this water.”)


Nevertheless, it didn’t keep him from giving his all for every song.   Wallinger was accompanied by David Duffy on violin and Tristan Powell on electric guitar, both notably capable of providing suitable harmonies for Wallinger.  I would definitely have preferred a drummer and bassist, but when you consider the cost of touring and the efficiency of a trio (and possibly Kelley) in their sprinter van, it makes sense.


Duffy’s violin and mandolin added a lot of warmth to the songs, and Powell added classic pop rock guitar embellishments throughout the evening, though the highlight was his solo work on the closer, “Is It Too Late?”.


Two things about the picture below.  I like it because it captures the essence of Wallinger’s pleasure in performing and engaging with his audience.  I’d suspect that he’s a really nice guy off the stage as well. 

Also, he plays a right handed guitar fully upside down including string sequence, and for those inclined, it’s enjoyable just watching reverse fingering and strumming patterns.

As an aside, to his credit, he chose The Porter Beer Bar for his dinner.  Those in the know will admit to his wisdom of the local options.


Below, Duffy plays an Irish jig of sorts while Wallinger changed from a wet shirt to another soon to be wet.  It made the most of an already humorous moment.


Wallinger played several songs on keyboards, as well as a backup when he broke a guitar string on the encore’s finale.


Given his possible illness, Wallinger was in surprisingly good voice, reaching for and hitting the high notes where expected.  His songs largely are well arranged and intelligent “pop” songs, in a 70’s sense rather than today’s drivel.  Particularly for those close to the stage who could hear his off the cuff remarks, it was a particularly intimate performance and one with which his more devoted fans would certainly be well pleased.   Favorites, to my less initiated ears, were “Is It Like Today?”, “She’s the One,” “Ship of Fools,” and “Is It Too Late?”. 

3 of 5 STARS




Waiting Such a Long Long Time
Put the Message in the Box
Is It Like Today?
Everybody’s Falling in Love
When the Rainbow Comes
She’s the One
Love Street
What is Love All About?
God on My Side
Call Me Up
> Irish Jig by David Duffy whilst Wallinger changed shirts
Sweet  Soul Dream
Vanity Fair
Who Are You?
Ship of Fools
Is It Too Late?


Mystery Girl
Way Down Now

The audience noise is distracting, but Kelley’s voice resonates better live than on his studio recordings. 

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