Annie and I took a little ramble down in Mission Bay, Sunday morning, and wound up at
The Yard for lunch. When this band came back from their break, I already liked them when they were just tuning up, because they had their amps and PA set at comfortable levels for the space where they were playing. Then they launched into one of my handful of favorite songs of all time: "Up on Cripple Creek," Robbie Robertson's ode to true love on the shores of Lake George, LA, so memorably recorded by The Band.
These guys were tight on this tune. This was no note-for-note; they just played the hell out of it. In a nod to Levon Helm, they had their drummer singing lead . . .
. . . or maybe he just happened to have the highest voice.
Anyhoo, I will confess it warmed this baby-boomer's heart to hear these guys less than half my age rockin' this anthem that was on the turntable for many parties during my days back at the U. Don't ever let anyone tell you that young folks don't appreciate the classics anymore.