We love Hot Club of Cowtown. And even more than ever, after
seeing them on Tuesday night I’m just stunned that they’re not superstars. They should be playing the Wilbur or the
House of Blues, not just packing Johnny D's.
Their fans are devoted but it’s weird that we aren't legion. Oh well, lots of things are weird.
The SMC crowd was well-represented, and the dance floor was
used by a lot of people practicing their swing steps. All the tables were out too, and there was
not much space left over for standing room.
Elana came out in a leopard-print dress, Whit had a day-glo
green shirt, and Jake was as dapper as ever. They just killed it, playing songs from throughout their career and
mixing in several new ones. Their
harmonies were fantastic last night (Jake didn't sing a lead), and what really
got me was that Whit's great amplifier setup was reproduced so well by Johnny D's
PA.
They did two sets and opened the floor for requests towards
the end. When the "meows" started up,
Elana declared that the place was apparently infested. Nevertheless, she obliged us with Pussy Pussy
Pussy.
Great sound, great night, and lots of fun. Here are some pictures: https://www.flickr.com/photos/sarahebourne/sets/72157643303287723/
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