All day I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to go back up to Asbury Park and set things right. I felt like I left on bad terms last night, and that if I went back, things would be better. I went about my business during the day, but as I was leaving my brother and sister-in-law's house around 5:30 I just couldn't shake the feeling that I just needed to make this happen.
I texted my friend Manda and asked if she was up for an adventure. I didn't tell her right away what we were doing, just that she needed to dress warm and that we would be gone for a while. She wasn't doing much of anything, so the request to accompany me on my adventure was met with an enthusiastic yes. I changed out of the Gaslight shirt I had been wearing (because, you know, I couldn't be "that guy") and headed over to pick up Manda.
We got up to Asbury just as The Felice Brothers were finishing their set. We heard a little bit of one of their songs as we were driving through to find a parking spot, but I have never heard them and honestly didn't really care to start listening to them tonight. I just wanted to find a parking spot for my car so that I could find a parking spot for my booty.
Eventually all of that was settled, and we located a bench with a perfect view of...the ocean. But no worries...sitting backwards wasn't the worst thing we could have done. We were joined on the boardwalk by several other people who were interested in listening to the band, which was nice. What amazed me, though, was how quiet everyone was. Maybe it was just because the sound carried so well, I don't really know, but I couldn't hear anything but the band, which was amazing.
The sound was probably better on the boardwalk than it was inside the venue the night before. Brian's voice was clearer and the instruments blended together nicely. The only downfall was that we were really far away, so it looked like ants were playing on stage, but considering last night I couldn't see anything from inside, I figured it wasn't such a bad thing.
The setlist was slightly different from last night, which I figured would be the case, and I got what I was itching for, so I left much happier tonight.
High Lonesome
Handwritten
'59 Sound
The Diamond Church Street Choir
Biloxi Parish
We Came To Dance
Howl
Here Comes My Man
Blue Jeans & White T-Shirts
45
Film Noir
Blue Dahlia
Meet Me By The River's Edge
The Queen Of Lower Chelsea
Wooderson
Great Expectations
Keepsake
*************
She Loves You
Mulholland Drive
The Patient Ferris Wheel
Mae
The Backseat
I left with a smile on my face tonight. I am chalking that up to A) not being wet from the rain, and B) getting to hear Blue Jeans. Now that I have heard that song (and everyone everywhere screaming when
Brian sings, "I'm gonna buy you that house on Cookman") in Asbury Park, all is again right with the world.
One thing that was consistent over the course of the two shows was the awesome moon. We watched it rise over the ocean tonight and it was beautiful. Also, while looking at Venus, Jupiter, and Mercury all lined up, we saw a shooting star, and then another on the drive home. Even the sky was happy that Gaslight played Blue Jeans.
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