There was a bit of a post-Christmas hangover vibe at the Railway this time around. Having said that, it turned out to be a decent-sized crowd; even the middle tables started filling up.
Dustin Rilcoff, aka Jack Freelance, roused himself from his sickbed to start the show off with a well-received two-song set. He was followed by the Shockker, in Interior Design guise.
Let me digress for a moment. I saw a movie over the holidays. It’s called ‘Sideways,’ and it’s about these two guys who go on a week-long road trip through California’s wine country. In one scene, the lead character, a keen wine aficionado, swills down a glass of Pinot Somethingorother.
“Quaffable,” he says “But hardly transcendent.”
Interior design has a CD out, and it’s transcendent. I tell you, this is a suberb record. It’s a Dom Perignon, 1953. This CD has the potential to be a soundtrack to your life for the next few years.
Anyway, back to the Supper Show.
After a four ‘song’ Interior Design set, it was time for 21TR. They (er...we) started with a somewhat perfunctory ‘Failure,’ followed by a similarly serviceable ‘Ditchpig.’ Super Robertson grabbed his bass for ‘Sanctuary,’ which was spiced up by Marjorie Robbins, and the classic ‘Bicycle Story.’ And then Fireman came up for a bit of a horn jam, which he brought to a close with a nifty and frantic flourish.
As Supper Shows go, it was quaffable.
But hardly transcendent.
W. Black.
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