Ian Hunter in StL 11/12/14

His voice is a bit froggier than it used to be, his stage banter is unintelligible, and he's aged into a dead ringer for my dear, departed Aunt Hazel, but that ancient old coot Ian Hunter still kicks the ass of any of the younger bands I've seen recently. He rocked the house for nearly two and half hours and then probably had to retreat backstage for oxygen, and it was a damn good show.

It was nice to be one of the younger members of an audience again, although there was a handful of millennials sprinkled through the audience, and my heart swelled in affection for them. Those ware good kids, the ones what came out to see Ian Hunter.

Here's his setlist:

(I'm the ) Teacher (talk about starting off with a deep cut!)
Once Bitten, Twice Shy
Something to Believe In
Wash Us Away
Boy
Just the Way You Look Tonight
Just Another Night
Standing In My Light
All American Alien Boy
Black Tears
All the Way From Memphis
The Original Mixed Up Kid
I Wish I Was Your Mother
Now Is the Time
When I'm President
Michael Picasso
Ta Shunka Witko (Crazy Horse)
Bastard
Sweet Jane

Encore:
Roll Away the Stone
Life
23A Swan Hill
All the Young Dudes
Good Night Irene

Freedy Johnston opened and was darned good. I do wish he'd had a band with him, as it was just him and acoustic guitar, but he was fine. For some reason it bothered me more to see him 50ish and bald than it did to see Ian Hunter 75 and looking like my great-aunt. But I guess that's because Ian's always been old, even when he wasn't. I'm not quite ready for the 90s to be 20 years ago. I had the same reaction when I saw Neve Campbell on Mad Men and realizing she's 40. I ain't ready for the youngsters in the 90s to be middle-aged.

Sweet report, Reno! Ian Hunter isn't hitting the Pacific Northwest on his tour, so all the lucky St Louis rockers got the great end of that tour itinerary.

> I'm not quite ready for the 90s to be 20 years ago. I had the same reaction when I saw
> Neve Campbell on Mad Men and realizing she's 40.

The same feeling hit me when I saw Mädchen Amick on that show.

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The same feeling hit me when I saw Mädchen Amick on that show.

Linda Cardinelli for me. "You can't do that, Don! That's Lindsay Weir!"

So that's where they got the name? I'd always sorta assumed that it was something Bowie might have said during a coke binge.

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Could have been worse, I suppose. Here are some other novels from 1966:



"If I work real hard for years, what will I end up with? Money, position and respect. That's it. That's all there is."

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"Pippa had been on her way to South Africa to find a new life as a school-teacher. Yet here she was, on the romantic, clove-scented island of Zanzibar, about to be married to a man she had only just met. Dominic Lebon, who had offered her a post as governess to his small nephew, maintained that the only way in which the properties could be observed was for the two of them to marry.
Reluctantly Pippa had to admit that her attraction to Dominic was the real reason for her acceptance of his proposal-but could she possibly hope to find happiness, when he was so clearly marrying her only for convenience?"

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"Whether it is tracking down a wayward major who has taken a deadly secret with him to the Caribbean or identifying a top Russian agent secretly bidding for a Fabergé egg in a Sotheby’s auction room, Bond always closes the case - with extreme prejudice."

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"Lucy went to Jerez to study the Spanish side of her family's sherry business. She learned a lot about the production of sherry--but she didn't think she would ever be able to understand the director, Don Marias del Constantino y Mantero."

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“She couldn’t stop watching his eyes. They were bright black, surrounded by an incredible network of lines, like a laboratory maze for studying intelligence in tears. They seemed to know what she wanted, even if she didn’t.”

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"When Mallory accepted the job of governess to Raife Benedict's niece and arrived at Morven Grange, his beautiful house on the romantic Welsh Borderland, she had no idea how much the 'Black Benedicts' - all of them as dark as gypsies, and strikingly handsome - as they were called, were to affect her own future."

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"That we were slaves I had known all my life — and nothing could be done about it. True, we weren't bought and sold — but as long as Authority held monopoly over what we had to have and what we could sell to buy it, we were slaves."

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"To meet Paul Vansini . . . handsome, wealthy and with all the charm of an Italian count . . . at the beginning of her first trip as social hostess on a luxury liner cruising to North Africa and the Canary Islands seemed too good to be true to Cristie Cummings. As indeed it was!"

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"... Dick became convinced that Perry was that rarity, 'a natural born killer,'—absolutely sane but conscienceless, and capable of dealing with or without motive, the coldest-blooded deathblows. It was Dick's theory that such a gift could, under his supervision, be profitably exploited."

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"Five hundred passengers and seven thousand sea miles never add up to a surgeon's holiday. And the current cruise proved no exception. Mairi's troubles, however, were not medical. Her assignment was to chaperone her boss's daughter, Caroline, who was being pursued by a fortune-hunter. Mairi performed her task dutifully in the face of difficulties, but began to find that all her sense of duty was taxed when the assignment began to cut across her growing love for Doctor David."

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Those ware good kids

..that were there to pick up their grandparents?
Were they standing in back with their arms crossed?
Were they congregating bar-adjacent in the lobby and talking about back-in-the-day when they used to see S-K and BTS?



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..that were there to pick up their grandparents?
Were they stranding in back with their arms crossed?
Were they congregating bar-adjacent in the lobby and talking about back-in-the-day when they used to see S-K and BTS?

Nah, there's no hipster cachet in seeing Ian Hunter at the present time. Juno was too long ago and didn't give "All the Young Dudes" that much of a boost in the first place to draw in the see and be seen crowd. Any youngsters who were there appeared to be there because they were genuine music fans who seemed to have found their way to Hunter & Mott in honorable ways

A couple of them were in the row right next to me. The guy was really into it and was singing along to most songs. His girlfriend spent most of the time apparently napping, but she perked right up for the occasional song or three. So she was obviously dragged there by her boyfriend, but had become a fan of at least a few songs.

On another topic, there's an art gallery attached to this particular venue, and they currently have a show up entitled "Marty Stuart and the History of Country Music," which was a damn good show. There was a handful of his huge collection of country memorabilia, including plenty of Johnny Cash handwritten lyrics.

But it was mostly photos that Stuart has been taking since he was about 12 years old, and in addition to being a great musician, the miserable bastard is an even better photography. I despise incredibly talented people who are better at their hobbies than I am at my main job. Fucking assholes.

And even worse, it turns out that his mother, while never a professional, was also an amazing photographer, and her family photos have turned out to be a treasure trove of documentation of life in the South during the 50s, 60s and 70s, and are highly sought after by collectors and historical societies.

Anyhow, it was a dandy exhibit.

Actually, I think that "The Black Benedicts" would be a good band name!

Kay, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, and assume that you spent time last weekend researching all that Sixties pulp.

(Actually, that does kinda make me jealous. I just spent it painting the trim in the hallway.)

Hey, glad you enjoyed it. Looks like you got a couple more songs than I did here in DC. Though, we got Wreckless Eric and Amy Rigby opening instead of Freedy (point in my favor, I think).

I really liked the first song. I had no idea he was on the Teachers soundtrack. All I remember from that was the .38 Special song.

I barely even remember Teachers, beyond Richard Mulligan showing up in his Custer uniform. I think he was Custer, anyway. I know he went crazy and came to school dressed in some historical outfit and I think it was Custer in some sort of meta-reference to Little Big Man, back before anyone knew what meta-references were.

I'd have had no clue what the song was if I hadn't snagged the setlist from the sound board. That was a heck of an obscurity to open a set with.