Heading into DC for a show is always fun. This time, Romey and I headed to Lincoln Theater to see someone named Cat play a bunch of songs written and performed almost 60 years earlier by someone named Bob.

The songs, by now, have become quite famous.  Rhine and I play a bunch of them together and have done for years.

Here is a snippet of Like a Rolling Stone (the last song)

But before that, we made a highly-recommended stop at Busboys and Poets for some food and drink.  Delicious and socially conscious at the same time.

The cocktail was named after Langston Hughes.  The pie was absolutely completely unnecessary.

The band was quite fantastic, that is really what I think.  Finally, electric! Tell me, momma.

 

 

And that was after a kind of longish acoustic set. Harmonica thresholds may have been exceeded.

Baby let me follow you down.

The interlude.

All in all, a great show. Sure would be great if DC learned how to dance though.