I know why Julia Roberts married Lyle Lovett. For that matter, I have no idea who he is married to and how many times he has been married, but I know why women marry him. Dang it, if that man turns to superhuman, sassy magic when he is on stage.
Friday Night: Orpheum Theater, Boston: Lyle Lovett and His Really Large Band.
It was a heart stopping, organ rattling dream. I had the wonderful experience of seeing Lyle last year when he was in Boston, though it was a far different experience this time around.
This year he traveled with his "really large band" and do they every know how to numb you right there in your seat. There were 15 men on stage, all in suits, thank you very much. Each person ferociously talented in their own right. Do any of us treat our selves to live music enough? I dare think not.
As last year, I seriously enjoyed Lyle's commentary almost as much as the music. He's a strikingly witty guy. He made many comments and observations (many he has to stop the music to utter) one of which struck me the funniest: "I love playing in Boston, it's the only place in the country where you can call someone and Yankee and have them take it as a compliment". So true and could only truly be realized by a true Southerner.
Lyle's really large band included a cello, bass, steel guitar, grand piano, drums, congo, fiddle, 2 electric guitars, 4 back up singers (all zooty suity gentlemen from the old Detroit days) and of course Lyle on his guitar ( I might be forgetting one). It was almighty powerful, biblical if you will. There were two songs in-particular that rang through us - pushed and pressed us back in our seats, brought tears to the eyes (I confirmed this point by looking into the eyes of my companions at song ending). I can not remember them, only the bi-product, we were all taken out of body.
The encore was "church" one of my long standing favorites and it couldn't have been more perfect save for his rich and amazing back up crew in tow.
4 stay-at-home mommies, 4 Lyle tickets and one yummy night on the town:
The perfect antidote to life as usual. Note to self . . . and anyone else who is listening: Make more time for music, your soul with thank you.
Look at you party girls! I HEART THE ORPHEUM!!! Last time I was there you could still SMOKE inside. Tiny, old, rickety and fabulous. Gotta love Beantown.
Posted by: Annmarie | 11/09/2009 at 08:36 PM
The mandolin player was ultra hot too! So glad I ran into you at the concert. Lyle Lovett and his Large Band at the Orpheum...doesn't get any better than that!
Posted by: Eileen | 11/11/2009 at 09:58 PM