My voice is practically destroyed and left to ruins, with no timetable of re-emergence set in place just yet.
That’s how incredible the show last night in Louisville, Kentucky was. It was the second time in five days (first on Sunday at The Vogue in Indianapolis) that I was getting the privilege to see Drive-By Truckers, who I am permanently convinced are the greatest band in the universe.
It was the fourth week of their headlining tour, and this was the first show that featured Hill Country Revue as the opening act. When I saw them the weekend before it was California-based Henry Clay People who were on the road with them as the opening band. Although I can’t say that I enjoyed either Henry Clay or Hill Country, it is certain that the latter of the two is much more of a fitting act to precede the music of the Truckers. Where I borderline hated The Henry Clay People, I could mildly tolerate the jam band-ish music of Hill Country Revue. Plus, Patterson Hood came out at the end of their set to rock out for a few minutes…so that was a plus.
My dad attended the show with me, which was a major achievement for him considering that he hasn’t been to a concert in what he said is almost exactly 30 years. I thought about how odd that was for the entire day, that he is going to a show for the first time in 30 years, and it’s with me - who he is almost exactly 30 years older than. Chuckle-worthy stuff. I turned him on to their music a little over a year ago, and he had always said that if he were to go to a rock show again, it would definitely be to see DBT’s.
Needless to say, he was blown away.
Again, like Sunday night in Indianapolis, they played for what nearly approached three hours of time, and the mixture of their entire catalog was spread evenly throughout. What made this show even more exciting than Sunday’s, though, was the electric feeling of intoxicated spontaneity and genuine mishaps within the performances. In other words, there was a lot more Jack Daniels being shared among the group on stage.
Patterson fumbled the first verse of the set opener, “Drag The Lake Charlie”, and it was raucous and enjoyable. A real highlight of the night was when he completely lost sight of a portion of the words in “The Fourth Night of My Drinking”. This was such a fitting thing to witness. I like to close my eyes frequently during a show and imagine the many shapes and twisted roads in which their songs - especially those that include drunken tales - have taken over the last fifteen years.
I’m glad to have made the rather pleasant and short trip of two and a half hours to see them again, because once is just not enough. I think twice is not nearly enough, either. I could see the Truckers 365 times a year and still want more. ‘Twas a glorious evening.