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On a beautiful spring evening, folks started lining up for the night's first act at 5pm. A two-fer, with Jesse Dayton and band opening up for regular touring companions the Supersuckers. Doors opened just after six, and the doormen began frisking the crowd. Yes, frisking. Perhaps the first sign of the evening that those with an affinity for the rough and tumble emotional rollercoaster that comes with real music need not apply. Thankfully the security went more quickly than the average airport line, but nonetheless it put a substantial damper on the evening's proceedings. Quickly all paid attendees were shuffled upstairs, where the evening's first show was held. A massive room, with a main floor surrounded by three raised walkways and bars, barely enough room to shuffle between those seated and those standing waiting for their next rounds. Three stories up, the private balconies began to slowly fill. Never made it all the way, but those who wished (and paid) found themselves in some great seats. At 6:30 sharp, Jesse and band hit the stage running. Blowing through two firecracker opening numbers, the boys served notice that Texas was in town and, boy, how times have changed. The crowd, surprisingly enough, was heavily smattered with folks who knew Dayton's catalog thoroughly, and those who'd come for the Supersuckers were won over quickly as well. Country came calling on a stellar and lively version of George Jones' classic "The Grand Tour," and the Cars got a nod before the hour-long set was over as well. Dayton was his usual overly energetic self, channeling Elvis and Hank with equal ferocity and playing that guitar like the world was ending at 7:30. The band played cuts from Tall Texas Tales and Hey Nashvegas the rest of the way. As the opener, Dayton and co. only got an hour, and didn't have time to fully unleash the dogs and own the joint. That said, can't remember ever seeing another opening act come so close to doing just that. Later on in the evening, as several of the show attendees
made their way down the street to Blue Chicago to wash off the
corporate stench of the HOB, the consensus was that Dayton needs
to be the headliner next time around. The Supersuckers turned
in a technically proficient set, but the time spent linking themselves
to Motorhead instead of blazing their own trail proved that they've
still got a way to go to catch the Slobberbones and Drive-by
Truckers of the world. Dayton, on the other hand, does not. Contact David Pilot at: tailgunner-at-rockzilla.net |
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