Apothecary Shed

The thing is, we were too lazy to conjure up tickets on the day of release.  Or maybe too busy.  But anyway, there were none left for a while.  Then a few popped up for too much money on the Ticketmaster resale site.  And we were off to the races.

Boy are we glad we went.  It was a great show. It all started with empanadas from Gringo Gordo at sunset and some properly-made dark and stormies.

We had never been on time for a wolf trap gates opening line before. Dang. Fortunately we had seats in the seventh row.

The orchestra started in, and into the sonic ocean walked Beck. Yeah, the National Symphony (who had performed maybe one run through) was very good indeed.

Lonesome Tears was the first song (track 4 on Sea Changes…from which Beck plucked many a great song to play with the National Symphony).

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And then it was time for some salsa. I guess Beck was in Rio for the Chalmers wedding too, though he must have attended in disguise.

Honestly, Tropicalia was one of the weakest pieces on the program (and it wasn’t bad). The orchestra was having a hard time moving the four against the three of the bass player (and the conductor beating only a downbeat was not helping). Oh well.

In the end, Beck got the audience to clap the beat.

Tropicalia

We Live Again

Morning

Known for his romantic “dreariness” part of the time, there is also the most pit Beck.

The audience got to their feet for Where It’s At.

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Oh yeah!

Then the orchestra filed out and Beck screwed around on stage for a bit. Some slide guitar was improvised.

Romey was rewarded with Devil’s Haircut.

By that time, we were all singing. (Sadly, we missed recording Loser.) And then it was final bows.

A magical evening.