Dad and Andrew were visiting, but we got out of the house at 6:00 and headed out to Shirley. The place was mobbed when we got there, and there were drunk people dancing all over the place. We parked across the bridge and headed in, finally escaping the mob and climbing upstairs where it was peaceful.
Muldaur started slowly (he had sound problems and we told him to just unplug dammit ... it's a small room) but ended up playing a great concert for all 25 of us in the Ballroom. It was a madhouse there that night: a wedding, two concerts (a Beatles cover band was in the Sawtelle Room), and Saturday night bar/restaurant crowd.
Muldaur played a "Geoff Muldaur" model Martin excellently, except for two songs on which he plunked on a banjo with considerably less excellence but still assurance. He did the stuff we wanted to hear, like Kitchen Door Blues (opener), My Tears Came Rolling, Drop Down Mama, Bobby Charles's (and Rick Danko co-writing, which I didn't know) Small Town Talk, and Find Blind Lemon, and also played lots of old blues tunes we'd never heard, introducing each with when he'd first heard it, often on Smith's Anthology of American Folk Music.
He played two 40-minute sets with a short break in between. He's got such a wonderful voice, a one-of-a-kind. Dave was by far the youngest one there (except for the sound guy), probably by at least 30 years.