Big Mike got tickets to the show, and by the time he bought them it was standing room only. He offered me a ticket and naturally I accepted, even though I don't do well standing for long periods of time. Seeing the CTG in person would be worth it.
I arrived at Big Mike's place and discovered that the pelican mob was in pursuit of an Easter Bunny that had somehow strayed up onto the shelf. Mike should keep a closer watch on the pelicans.
|Pelicans in Pursuit|
Here's Natalie's when we arrived.
|Natalie's on Arrival|
|Natalie's When We Left|
The acoustics are both good and bad. Good, because there are no bad seats in the house, there are no echos, and acoustic instruments come through without the distortion of a P.A. system that's a high school pep rally reject. The bad is that any conversations that anyone is having (like the asinine woman sitting behind me) are magnified, and can be heard all over the club. And yeah, should the woman in question be reading this, and I hope you are, shove a sock in it and enjoy the music. It's what everyone else came for.
The audience is advised of this condition before the concert begins, and it isn't some kind of by-the-way announcement, either. The MC does everything but say what I'd very likely say - shut up and listen! - and we all appreciate it. The audience is also asked firmly but politely to turn their stupid cell phones off. The good news is that the audience seems to get the idea, and we weren't interrupted during the show.
|Matt Playing the Slide|
|Matt and John|
What can be said about the California Guitar Trio? It's all been said. You won't hear a finer acoustic concert anywhere, and that Sunday evening the audience was treated to the best.
|California Guitar Trio|