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While Nick Lowe was playing his pure pop last night at the Palumbo Center, I just kept thinking: Elvis is in the building. Elvis Costello, of course. To this crowd, E.C. was infinitely more exciting than even the other Elvis rising from the dead. | While Nick Lowe was playing his pure pop last night at the Palumbo Center, I just kept thinking: Elvis is in the building. Elvis Costello, of course. To this crowd, E.C. was infinitely more exciting than even the other Elvis rising from the dead. | ||
"Oh! I just don't know where to begin!" he began on his classic "[[Accidents Will Happen]]." But Elvis has never been at a loss for words. Since the last time he played here, 1982, he's churned out another five albums, bringing his total to 12 since 1977's ''My Aim is True''. | ''"Oh! I just don't know where to begin!"'' he began on his classic "[[Accidents Will Happen]]." But Elvis has never been at a loss for words. Since the last time he played here, 1982, he's churned out another five albums, bringing his total to 12 since 1977's ''My Aim is True''. | ||
That's a lot of songs and a lot of words, and that's what the adoring crowd got. The tumultuous Attractions stayed home, leaving Elvis alone with his guitar and songs. Despite the less-than-intimate Palumbo, last night was a chance to savor his lyrics, see his many sides and hear his songs at their most emotionally charged. He deconstructed his songs to their barest, and belted them out with one of rock's most powerful voices. You could just picture Elvis as a little kid, singing way louder than anyone else in his class. (And — should I add? — he's in a class by himself.) | That's a lot of songs and a lot of words, and that's what the adoring crowd got. The tumultuous Attractions stayed home, leaving Elvis alone with his guitar and songs. Despite the less-than-intimate Palumbo, last night was a chance to savor his lyrics, see his many sides and hear his songs at their most emotionally charged. He deconstructed his songs to their barest, and belted them out with one of rock's most powerful voices. You could just picture Elvis as a little kid, singing way louder than anyone else in his class. (And — should I add? — he's in a class by himself.) |
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