Michael, Nina and I went to the Paul Weller show at Irving Plaza last night. He was his usual self -- fantastic. That said, though, the whole billing of the show as a Style Council night was more than a tad bit misleading. He came out and did a handful of Style Council classics -- a rocking version of "Speak Like a Child," "Shout to the Top," and "Long Hot Summer" among them -- but then proceeded to perform for a good two hours without one other song by his former band. Don't get me wrong -- he's got a lot of great solo material, and the inclusion of Jam classics "That's Entertainment," "The Butterfly Collector" and "Town Called Malice" (as an encore) were appreciated, but the whole reason his three nights sold out in 5 minutes was because they were billed as individual nights of various stages of his career. During the 20 minutes he devoted solely to TSC I felt like I'd been transported back to high school and was 17 again. And it wasn't just me -- the whole crowd sang along with every one of those songs. It was a magical moment that, for whatever reason, Paul isn't able to fully appreciate.
Great show -- but left me wanting (way) more (of what we paid for) ...
UPDATE: It seems I'm not alone in my disgust. (Krucoff)
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