Live Last Night: Tale Of The Tape

David and I went to two decidedly different shows last night and decided to compare notes afterwards - though my afterwards actually began before David had even left for his concert.

Here's how the concerts stacked up....

My show: The Neville Brothers = NoLa's first family of funk

David's show: headliner Little Howlin' Wolf = "acid-damaged, rough-voiced one-man hippie blues band"; Psychedelic [Expletive] = "lo-fi scuzz rock that makes their friends in Times New Viking sound like the Cars by comparison"; Fabulous Diamonds = "droney synth + drums duo, halfway between Suicide and Young Marble Giants"

Venue: The Birchmere

Venue: 611 Florida

Ticket price: $49.50

Ticket price: Tip jar. Says David: "It was 'pay what you can.' I didn't feel like hitting up an ATM, so I gave $3 and brought four bottles of Bud, an Amstel Light and a Peroni."

Pre-show announcement: No flash photography, turn off your cell phones

Pre-show announcement: If anybody has any money they can give for the bands, throw a few dollars my way

Pre-show music: New Orleans brass band

Between-set entertainment: Dusty Rhodes DVD

Crowd size: Capacity, roughly 500

Crowd size: 20 or so - "a great turnout for a house concert on a Tuesday night"

Setup: Percussion, organ, sax, Aaron Neville's biceps, drums, bass, guitar, keyboard

Setup: Little Howlin' Wolf = one guy with guitar/harmonica/kick drum; Psychedelic [Expletive] = drums, bass, singer/guitarist/keyboard noisemaker; Fabulous Diamonds = drums/keyboard

Lead singers: 3

Total members in three main acts: 6

Number of cowbells played on stage during the first song: 2

Number of headlining artists who used to be bounty hunters and street musicians and claimed that George Thorogood stole "Bad to the Bone" from him: 1

Where I watched: Sitting at a table with L. Freedom -- and four old(er) women who weren't sure how many Neville brothers were in the Neville Brothers

Where David watched: From a nook in the hallway

Number of guys sitting at the next table wearing shorts, high white socks, loafers: 1

Number of guys wearing straw fedoras, T-shirts and short shorts: 1

Set time: 7:32 to 9:10

Set time: Started some time around 10:15, David left at 1:20, with the show still in progress

Sustenance: Red beans and rice

Sustenance: "What's sustenance?"

Cost of said sustenance: $13.95 plus tax

Cost of band merchandise: $10 for LP, $3 for 7", or "trade 4 drugs"

Drum solos: At least 2

Solos of any kind: 0

Songs about New Orleans: A bunch

Songs about big, fat women: 1

Band members wearing T-shirts with Mardi Gras indians on them: 1

Band members wearing T-shirts with their own band or label names on them: 2

Aaron Neville 1966 solo hits performed by Aaron Neville: 1 ("Tell It Like It Is")

People in audience alive in 1966: 1

People sitting at the foot of the stage who waved white napkins during "Meet de Boys on the Battlefront": Approximately seven

People who fit in the room that the bands played in: Approximately seven

Time of check landing on table: 8:31

Time of random street person landing on the living room floor: 12:14. "Guy walked in off the street, proceeded to do some bizarre calisthenics and then fainted."

By J. Freedom du Lac |  July 2, 2008; 4:35 PM ET Live Last Night
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Encore!

Posted by: Hemisphire | July 2, 2008 5:24 PM

this...was hilarious. thanks for the laugh!

Posted by: Anonymous | July 2, 2008 5:34 PM

David, you gonna be going to Whartscape in Baltimore? I went last year, sounds like it's right up your alley.

Posted by: Adam | July 3, 2008 2:14 PM

Adam, here's a basic rule of thumb for me. If Double Dagger's there, I'm there. I actually reviewed it for the paper last year and this year we'll have paper and blog coverage, massive. I'll be the one who looks like he lives in Arlington.

Posted by: David | July 3, 2008 2:42 PM

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