Had great seats, right near the front. And it was a pretty-much-perfect setlist from the Dan. Wonderful to see them finally – and all those great songs, and such magical playing and ridiculously good players.
Steve Winwood was, I felt, underwhelming. A great shame – as I think he’s really talented, I dig his stuff. Hey, it was cool enough to see him – but he struggled. And particularly he just had a shitty, shitty band – it was like jam-night on a cruise-ship or something. Ugly pub-rock blues-guitar solos that felt incongruous and ultimately superfluous.
Anika Moa played the curtain-raiser, and that was good. Decent. Worth hearing. Though there was hardly anyone in the venue to see her.
This was the last music gig I saw as a child-free man. Within the week I was a dad. I remember really focussing in on the fact that the final song of the night was Kid Charlemagne, one of my all-time favourite Dan songs. And that first word, ‘Kid’, was like a beacon. Odd, maybe. But it’s how I remember it.
Stubs is an occasional feature here at Off The Tracks – looking back through the ticket-stub box and remembering how the show went down.