I opened the show by playing a few new numbers "Robertson's dream orchard", about a fantasy of mine to move to the country and run an apple orchard, and "the littles", another snapshot of life with a nod to the two newest Robertson's in the spirit of "Blue skies"... a song from the disk "Never Wanted to Be Anyone". That was a bit scary, which i guess proves it was a worthy exercise. When you are finger-picking and you sing the wrong line and you back off there is nothing there. I think i did OK. My hosting was decent as well for like the first time ever... I found 10 weird english laws to read in the transition from me to the next act..
Next up Genny Trigo put on an absolute clinic. So much so that a well known music critic flagged me down with crazy eyes and said "WHO IS THIS... SHE IS AMAZING... WHERE DID YOU FIND HER!!!". I tried to play it cool "She is a scientist i know through my wife... yea we have made some changes" and then i caught myself and shut the fuck up.
Genny plays music like music should be played. Singing in spanish she covered some classic songs of revolution... i couldn't understand what the words meant but it didn't matter.. i was fulfilled.
After Genny's set a packed house had full attention to the stage... as 21tr set up i gave out some Super Robertson Supper Show buttons to those who could answer some Bird Trivia correctly. One of the good things about being me is that i have these bizarre banks of information in my head... I never would have thought when i was in grade school that my obsession with ornithology would come in handy as a 37 year old hosting a free show in a bar in Vancouver (that would be the Railway Club every wednesday from 7:30-8:30).
21 tandem Repeats started out with a mellow version of "Mr. Greenie"... my subtle comedy in that one was the standing wall push-ups... you either get that or you don't. Let's move on.
Fine improv moment was when... in a prelude to "Fragile Day" i explained why Tiny Marsh is called Tiny Marsh in an effort to lure a certain "lyric forgetting delinquent" to the stage and then we made up a song about the marsh hawk and people were digging it.
By around 8:30 we were in the breakdown of the song Wastelands, so i did what any normal person would do and stood on my head, thanked people for coming, barked out the names of those involved and my main man Walkinshaw pulled the curtain. Done.
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