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After closing the 80-minute main set with a hard-driving (and oddly synth-flecked) version of "Mystery Train," the expanded band returned for an encore with the mournful ballad "The Scarlet Tide," co-written by ''Sugarcane'' producer T-Bone Burnett. | After closing the 80-minute main set with a hard-driving (and oddly synth-flecked) version of "Mystery Train," the expanded band returned for an encore with the mournful ballad "The Scarlet Tide," co-written by ''Sugarcane'' producer T-Bone Burnett. | ||
But Costello was determined to go out with a bang, not a whimper. After letting the sisters go, he strapped on an electric guitar again and closed the show the way he opened it — by cranking out more classics. Even cooler: He still does them justice despite having played them thousands of times over the decades. Watching the Detectives was delivered with all its twangy licks, clanging chords and menacing reggae-rock skank intact. The soulful "Alison" segued into "Tracks of My Tears" and "Tears of a Clown." "(The Angels Want to Wear My) Red Shoes," "Radio, Radio," "Pump it Up" and "(What's So Funny 'Bout) Peace, Love and Understanding" were strung end to end and pounded out with all the punky ferocity of old. What more could you have wanted — except more of it. "Now do it all again!" yelled the guy beside me as the band left the stage, echoing the sentiments of several thousand others in the crowd. | But Costello was determined to go out with a bang, not a whimper. After letting the sisters go, he strapped on an electric guitar again and closed the show the way he opened it — by cranking out more classics. Even cooler: He still does them justice despite having played them thousands of times over the decades. "Watching the Detectives" was delivered with all its twangy licks, clanging chords and menacing reggae-rock skank intact. The soulful "Alison" segued into "Tracks of My Tears" and "Tears of a Clown." "(The Angels Want to Wear My) Red Shoes," "Radio, Radio," "Pump it Up" and "(What's So Funny 'Bout) Peace, Love and Understanding" were strung end to end and pounded out with all the punky ferocity of old. What more could you have wanted — except more of it. "Now do it all again!" yelled the guy beside me as the band left the stage, echoing the sentiments of several thousand others in the crowd. | ||
It was not to be. But hopefully, we won't have to wait so long for a followup. At one point, Costello apologized for taking more than a generation to return to our city. "But we know the way now," he reassured us. | It was not to be. But hopefully, we won't have to wait so long for a followup. At one point, Costello apologized for taking more than a generation to return to our city. "But we know the way now," he reassured us. |
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