Below is my mini-review of the show. You can find the setlist on my
site at http://jasonfalkner.net/falkrawkforum/troub02.html
It was a FANTASTIC show, the new album is gonna rawk!!

ta,
Linda


The night started off normal enough: running into Bobby Trendy
picking up takeout from a nearby "luxurious!" restaurant on our way
to the Troub, and ending up right in front of Heather Graham (who
incidentally I've seen at every other Falk show I've ever attended).
Sadly, my friends and I arrived a little late; they were already in
the middle of the second song. But the band was so tee-ight, I
couldn't feel too bad for long.

The keyboard player was especially cool, in particular during two new
tunes, "Feelin' Much Better" and, my personal favorite, "Princessa."
In fact, the set was full of brand spankin' new songs, but the band
also played lots of old "chestnuts," as Jason referred to them, from
his two albums. Between songs if you listened carefully you could
hear Jason play tiny snippets of rawkers like "Train Kept A'Rollin"
and various Kinks songs, including "Lola."

Two highlights of the evening were "Princessa" and "Untitled."
Hearing the latter song was a pleasant surprise as it isn't part of
Jason's usual repertoire. It was simply majestic with the band behind
him. But "Miracle Medicine" had Jason turn into a superglam rawkstar
kicking off killer licks that, by looking around at the crowd, blew
everyone away.

The encore consisted of just Jason and his guitar. This was the
request portion of the evening. Of course the Jellyheads in the
audience shouted their inevitable request to which Jason
responded, "You know, you play in a band that broke up 12 years ago
and people just can't fucking forget about it. This is called 'The
Man I Used to Be,' it's a good song." And it was.

For the grand finale, the band came back for a couple of numbers.
Before the very last number, Jason mentioned that he had some shirts
for sale, and that he only had 100 made, so get them now! The very
last number, "Goodnight Sweet Night," almost worked. Before the first
verse, communication among the musicians ceased to exist, and a
painful barrage of sour notes and off beats resulted. An embarrassed
Jason decided to collapse in self-pity onstage, still strumming his
axe in a vain attempt to contain his laughter while the band
continued playing the bars for at least an eternity of 60 seconds.
Jason finally got back on his feet satisfied the song could continue,
musing, "I bet no one wants to buy a t-shirt now!" But the band
managed to pull of the beautiful farewell song to an enchanted crowd.

Unfortunatly I didn't get the chance to tell Jason how great I
thought the set was; we had to leave right away so my boyfriend could
get some sleep before having to get up at 5 in the morning for work.
So Jason, I'd like to tell you that YOU RAWKED! and we can't wait for
the next album if it's anything like what we heard at the Troub.