The Enchanting Wizard of Rhythm
Generally speaking, I’m not what you’d call a lucky person. Friends have made sport of my life’s checked history of hilarious bad fortune, such as the time a window blew out of a building during the precursor to a hurricane as I happened to be ambling by, severing my right calf and nearly killing me in the process. LOL! Although I consider this to be a stroke of bad luck, you could make a reasonable case for it being extraordinary good luck, given that I’m still alive with a complete set of limbs and was only “ambling by” because I was heading to a liquor store, as us members of the Irish Coast Guard are known to do when major storms approach, instead of seeking shelter.
However, sometimes fortune smiles on me and cannot be denied, no matter how hard I focus on the black linings of my silver clouds. Such was the case last week, when I got an e-mail alerting me to the impending appearance of the pop musician Beck in the intimate New York venue Le Poisson Rouge. Despite it's name, LPR is not a strip club; it bills itself as the “intersection of art and alcohol." Hey, that's right up my alley! But there were still two obstacles to overcome: 1) I had to get permission from my wife to leave our family vacation in order to travel to NYC for the show; and 2) I needed to refresh the LPR web page at precisely the right moment in order to score a ticket.
Having succeeded on both fronts, telling the rest of the story amounts to sheer gloating: seeing Beck in a bar doing the unplugged thing and playing selections from his less renowned efforts (notably Mutations and Sea Change) is more than I could have hoped for on my vacation. (Black lining: I didn't have my Big Shoes with me).