Besides the fact that the Orpheum Theatre was hotter than Hell last night, John didn’t play any Waits’ covers from his ‘Wicked Grin’ album, told a lot of boring stories about blind blues guys, and that I had to sit next to a popcorn eating ‘Woo-Woo’ guy, the show was okay, for about the first half. Don’t get me wrong, I love roots, acoustic blues, but after about eight songs, it gets pretty boring. It’s like gospel music, beautiful and inspiring . . . for a little while.
And on a side note, the Orpheum needs to get a better beer selection, seriously.