It happened. Dan and I went to Phoenix to see the Max Tundra show at the Rhythm Room. Max Tundra, aka Ben Jacobs, gave an amazing performance, winning over the crowd and causing spontaneous outbursts of grinning all around the room.
Me, I'd be waiting at least eight years for this moment, and it was worth the wait. Right now, I'm too exhausted to write a proper review, but suffice it to say that Mr Jacobs overdelivered in every way; songs like Lights revealed new, unexpected aspects, and he performed an, ahem, hommage to Coldplay that had most of the crowd laughing along, my friends.
Because I believe that taking pictures or video during a performance is guaranteed to not only rip me out of the moment of the performance but likely also rip off the artist, I refrained. However, Ben graciously agreed to pose for a picture with some dorky tall dude in a plaid shirt who was still giddy from the experience even several minutes after the show.
Right now, though, I'm in San Angelo, Texas and utterly exhausted from days' worth of too-long drives (240 miles today, 120 yesterday, 340 the day before that) and artistic experience overload (last night was Throbbing Gristle at the Ricardo Montalban Theater in Hollywood, which was solidly respectable and delivered at least two transcendent moments in just over an hour). So, on that note, so long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye. :)