That was a really awesome show last night, and a testimony to how far Al will go to to do right by his fans. I was in the third row, aisle. During WBUL Al thought I should stop drop and roll now because I was on fire
You got that part right, Al!
I've never seen this happen before... at the end of Yoda (that chant just keeps getting better all the time), Steve and Al are playing back to back and start scooting down... this time (on purpose) they both wound up lying flat on the floor!
I had had lunch that day with Dave & Melissa (at a restaurant that has an Al song title in its name, bonus points for guessing where we were), and Dave had filled us in on the history of Elvis Costello's performance of "Radio Radio" on Saturday Night Live (he'd wanted to do it, the SNL producers and his management wanted him to do his current Hit Of The Moment whatever it was... he agreed to do the HOTM, but then stopped after a few bars and launched into "Radio Radio." So at first when "White & Nerdy" broke off and Al said, "There's no reason to play this song" I thought it might be on purpose, one of those inside cultural reference things, since the situation replicated Costello's, with W&N being Al's HOTM. It made the line in RR about "bite the hand that feeds me" seem a little too appropriate, though. Actually, Steve told a handful of us after the show that the server had gone down, and they lost the backing track. So they did a straight version of "Radio Radio," proving once again that they're a real band with a real singer and utterly worth listening to even when the song's not funny.
And that's why they did White & Nerdy over again after "Cell Phones." Of course, Al looks immeasurably nerdier in his Hawaiian shirt than he does in the usual costume, so it was all good.
Let me see... poor Jim broke down again and messed up the end of his Albuquerque solo.
Al just looked at him more in sorrow than in anger and said, "That was awful!" But then Al lost his train of thought ten and a half minutes into a twelve-minute song, started over, and got as far as the sauerkraut before he remembered.
Oh, and by the way, our existences have been downgraded from "pathetic meaningless" to "miserably idiotic."
Zelda called him "Sugar Uterus."
You're better off without her, guy. A lady with that imprecise a grasp of basic plumbing, Nathaniel and Superfly must have come as a tremendous surprise to her.
No M&G tonight either, which has become less and less of a surprise... I heard somebody say that the Fair just wasn't enthusiastic about handling the security for one of those. But I was able to get one of the gifts I'd been schlepping around into the correct set of hands, and the other one into a set of hands belonging to a person who promised he would get them into the correct set of hands, so that was all right. And I was able to get to the bookstore in time to pick up my copy of Harry Potter.
I may have to prop my eyelids with toothpicks if I'm gonna read it this weekend, though.
"Weird Al" has a charisma that's all his own. The awkward, the misshapen, the socially inept flock to his banner.
