Yet another live music feast was had yesterday evening. Some co-workers and I went to see Loudon Wainwright III, and a good time was had by all (BY ALL!). Even the drunk guy in the blazer shouting out requests - no, ESPECIALLY by the drunk guy in the blazer shouting out requests. Loudon handled this tomfoolery just fine. He also riffed on an audience member's cell phone ringing for about a minute. He's got my vote for most unflappable performer of our times. And hey, Albany people - he's going to be at the infamous Egg in May! I recommend it, if you like well-written acoustic songs with a sardonic edge.
The venue was all right, I guess - it was a dinner theater of sorts, and we were crammed in the back. Dinner came right as Loudon took the stage, so I was busily chowing down on pasta and trying to watch at the same time.
Also, that is twice now that I've linked to the Egg web site. What is wrong with me? It should have been called the Football to begin with, I tell ya.
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