Coming on stage, one could see he didn't feel so hot. He said he was wrapping up a long illness, but it didn't wane Rob Townsend's Saxon Pub performance.
The music had that thing in it. In every song there was something of a melody that made me want to stay longer. It's like when you try the chocolate-chocolate dessert and you know you are already stuffed, but you want to create a new stomach so you can just have more.
It's that wonderful.
On the keys, he seemed most at home. He said though, on that keyboard, he "ran out of keys," but it was hardly noticeable from the front row.
A world-renowned music friend of mine defined him as a "musical genius," and it was easy to see that. I got the feeling I could give him oranges, shoelaces and peanuts, and he'd have a song.
He reminded me of a younger Harry Connick Jr. in that music came with such ease, and the lyrics were so married to the music that I got lost inside of them, and I didn't want to get un-lost. I found myself damning my 45-minute commute home to rush home to the sitter.
He's got that rockstar look with dark brown hair and that kind of cool Clark Kent look, and when he pulls out that blues soul magic, he proves he's the complete package.
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