Friday night, one of my wife and my favorite singer/songwriters, Pete Yorn, made his long-awaited return to Houston. Some couples have "their song"...we have "our singer"...and he is Pete. Neither one of us had seen him perform before so we were excited when we saw he was stopping in Houston on his Nightcrawler tour.
So us old-timers got all dolled up on Friday night and headed out for a way-past-our-bedtime night of fun. He was playing at a club called Meridian in midtown. Neither of us had been to this club before so we weren't sure what to expect in terms of crowd size. When we arrived, we were pleasantly surprised to find the place holds a max of about 1,000 or so tops. The stage was in close proximity to both sides of the bar and the overall size of the place meant you really couldn't be in a bad location, view-wise. Me and the missus clinked plastic cups and downed a Jager shot in honor of our night out as real life grownups.
Mini-Bar from the UK opened the show with decent enough pop-rock to get the crowd lubed up. Nothing really memorable about their set, but nothing offensive either.
A little after ten, Pete hit the stage. He played a good mix from his three albums and added a spectacular cover of The Smiths There Is A Light That Never Goes Out. Everything was great. The place was nice enough, the crowd perfect-sized...hell, we even found barstools to plop our thirty-something asses on. Fine, so mine is forty-something.
We had a blast. We sang along, laughed, bought concert T's...we even made a late-night Mickey D's driveby on the way home. For a night, we were dating again. And a chance to rediscover the girl that you really enjoyed being with...before marriage and parenthood and all that other overly complicated stuff. Thanks Pete...if you're reading this, stop by next time for a burrito!
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