So he steps on stage, blue jeans, leather (?) short sleeved shirt,
and it's electrifying. You can feel it in the air. He steps to the microphone
and there's the voice - unmistakable, breathtaking. The 9:30 club is, for my money,
the best venue in the country - and 15 feet away, I could feel every note, see every movement,
and it just took me on a ride. The transportational power of good music. It's a special thing.
He did "Sweet Jane" early in the set, and then mostly
focused on more obscure songs (including a great version of a song from his album
based on Poe's "The Raven"). A few Velvet Underground nuggets thrown in - "I'm Sticking With You" ("We're playing this," Lou said, "Because it was in Juno").
There were, of course, a whole laundry list of
songs I wished he'd played: Coney Island Baby, What's Good, The Last Great American Whale, Satellite of Love - but
you can't have everything.
What I love about Lou is that he, like Patti, like Leonard Cohen, and like Dylan to a certain extent, is
an outsider - an observer - and he writes so eloquently, with striking poetic images. It was
a real honor to see him in person. I began to think that the coolness, the detachment, are just a pose (albeit a useful one),
deflecting from true passion and energy, lurking just under the surface.