This piece was published as follows on Live For Live Music. Mucho thanks to them for getting me in the door to provide this coverage.
Allow me to briefly editorialize. The show was excellent. I remember a time when I thought Rob Compa was the show, but having a birdseye view over keyboardist Eli Winderman’s shoulder took that thought and turned it on its head. This is Eli’s band and there is absolutely no doubt about that fact. Also, much credit to the rhtyhm, especially drummer Neal “Fro” Evans, for creating the peaks, valleys, and pockets that kept my hips grooving all night. Winderman dictated the improvisation, but Evans was the funkmaster with the deep pockets. When the band took off, it’s because Evans led them there.
There was something super cool and exlcusive about being one of twenty fans in the room, but I miss crowds and people, too. That being said, there’s gotta be a happy medium between 20 fans and the maxed out fire code that allows a swollen crowd of 600 into the very same space. I don’t have the answers, just calling it like I see it.
Another feather in my pandemic cap of silver linings … 11,194 steps.
Don’t miss this incredible gallery of photos from my partner in crime, Ron Adelberg.
