Twenty-eight years ago, and almost to the day, I saw Southside Johnny & the Asbury Jukes perform in a Lower East Side venue [read: small, dark, smokey dive]. It was one of those memorable, kinetic nights that I recall joyously not only because I found myself in a dark, smokey dive on the arm of the man with whom I was then feverishly in love (that helped) but because I was witness to one of the most smokin' hot performances I'd ever seen....or have since. Johnny's down and dirty vocals, his harmonica jamming with Miami Steve's guitar, and the big horns screaming front and center blew the roof off the joint and by the end of the night [read: morning] the rocking crowd was sweating as much as the rocking guys we had paid money to see do that.
Since then, I've worn down the grooves on his LPs, watched him be eclipsed (wrongly so) by The Boss, and waited wistfully for his next long overdue comeback album. Well, waitin' time is over, folks. The album's out, the road tour is underway, and I've got me two tickets to tonight's performance. The venue has moved uptown; there'll be less drinking (maybe), no smoking (at least inside), but I understand sweating is still allowed.
I need a love to keep me happy
I need a love to keep me happy, baby.
Baby, won't you keep me happy.
Baby won't you keep me....
Because I don't want to go home....
(posted by Portia)