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Like at the Corcoran, it was the past meeting up with the present. It was like getting knocked around a small room by emo-bouncers. People I have not seen since the Bronze Age were there, sometimes drunkenly attempting to reconnect. Meanwhile, I was dashing on and offstage introducing bands and editorializing, hour after hour.
The nature of the event's lineup made for an interesting if uneven concert. Most of the bands that had come out of semi-retirement showed their age, not always in the most flattering ways. It was unsettling to see adults I grew up with performing songs more than 30 years old. All in all, the show belonged to the go-go group called The Junkyard Band, who had the whole place going.
The only thing that one-upped this group was the audience. They were racially diverse and totally cool.
Music is the antidote for the ills of society. Those who seek to profit by division don't stand a chance. To see everyone in the place singing along with Junkyard Band was incredibly moving.
A few hours after Trouble Funk hit the stage I was flying west to Los Angeles and John Coltrane. Totally worth it.