Big cars! Big slices of white bread with your bbq! Big 116 ounce sodas at gas stations! Even the cross that hangs over the church pulpit where a band of Jews are performing songs about Jesus is big.
Sarcastic songs about Jesus. Or are they? It was nice to play a couple of shows in Texas where the audiences were dead silent and we could air out the set list (Two at a Time, Long Way Down, Empire State, Rainy Day, Rocketship, That’s No Way to Get to Heaven, etc)… never have consecutive audiences been treated to such a vast sampling of our slower, more depressing material!
But what a great experience we had in Texas this week (all we have to do is skip Houston and Texas is GREAT to us) — the Dallas Symphony Orchestra show was a career highlight, we were all very focused and relaxed on stage, despite the fact that we had just one hasty rehearsal two days before the show.
And in Austin we played in a Presbyterian church. We encored in the balcony. The people in the first pew were closer to my ride cymbal than I was. We sang “Amen” going from the four chord to the one chord after every song, way past the point where the joke was funny, on through the realm where it was mildly amusing sheerly for its persistence, and into the realm where it was unbelievably annoying and if they sing “Amen” after the next song we might as well just get up and leave.