Pre-show: I had learned my lesson. I got to Radio City earlier this time, was on line by 7:15pm, and breezed in. In typical form, I texted my buddies and the reception in the main hall isn’t so great, so I received radio silence. Until I looked up on the balcony and saw them. I just love it when magic happens. I had 3rd mezzanine seats – the cheap seats – first row. Way up top, but with no obstructions at all. The band looked tiny, but not so bad (this was not MSG, they weren’t an inch tall). I could see noodling and finger plucking. All was good.
First Set: Bang! Truckin’. Wee, we are off. Great rendition, great song, who doesn’t love Truckin’? The aroma of Radio City got a bit skunky when we got to Dire Wolf, jigging right along. Mama… oh that Mama. Oh… That… Mama, she tried so hard. Althea rolled in and the place was out of control. The 3rd mezz was bouncing – literally bouncing you could feel it. I tried not to focus on it, (what happens if it breaks and falls???) If you dance hard enough, you won’t notice that the balcony is bouncing. Something to remember if you’re ever at Radio City for a Furthur show.
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Brown Eyed – and that grenadine, holy moly smoking craziness falls into Til the Morning Comes ending with Touch of Grey. Touch of Grey isn’t my favorite song, so I sat through it. Sorry, my head kinda exploded during the Mama>Althea>Brown Eyed, so that last song was a good breather moment. And then Bobby said, “Well that’s it for this set, see ya next set.”
Author’s note: Bobby wore man-pris. Acoustics in Radio City – incredible.
Truly blew me away. Man to Woman ratio: 8:1. That’s a rare ratio in NYC, and I for one personally loved it. :)
Set break: the view from the 3rd mezzanine. 10 rows, killer times, killer stranger friends, best seats in the house, hands down. I literally couldn’t move. Sat there for a while just sort of dumbfounded. Legs were still sturdy, the Mezz stopped bouncing, and I watched the theater empty for the break. Continue reading
