Went home after work, had dinner there, and then Sarah and I slipped into the city and parked in her garage. The Celtics had just started and there were some frantic last-minute parkers as we walked down to the North End.
We had seats up in the front tables, over on the right side. We tried to order beer but they were out of their only good one, so I had a cheap Naragansett. They get very bad grades at City winery for food and drink; maybe the expensive wine is ok but who knows?
Soon the band came out and we were delighted to see that Grahame Lesh was still with them, on bass. Drew Lindsay had a grand piano (probably the same one we saw Holly Bowling play last time we were there) and he was very present in the sound, which hadn’t been the case when we saw them Saturday.
They played pretty much the same setlist as they had on Saturday, highlighted by a great version of Luther’s Prayer For Peace. While Amy was tuning up her mandolin for one of her leads I said (we were so close, shouting was not necessary), “Brokedown Palace!” She thought I may have been kidding and said, “We played that the other day!” I said, “I know, I was there.” Damn Deadheads. Anyway, I didn’t really expect them to play it and they didn’t. Grahame had a mike for harmonies but didn’t do a vocal lead.
They closed with Alright Alright with Allison jumping around like Kokopelli with a clarinet … she and JT were right in front of us. And then for an encore they did their American Flowers, dedicated to Jimmy LaFave, and got us all to sing along.
Short night but lots of fun! We were home and in bed by 10:30 or so.