But, intentional or not, Walsh's dry wit and self-deprecating humor really steal the show. "I was really, really nervous all day about trying to remember all the words," he confesses to the crowd early on, adding, "Then I realized I never knew the words." Tuning up for "The Bomber," he muses, "G is a good key -- we made a lot of money in G." But Walsh murders "Bolero," and his voice sounds like sandpaper. Toward the end of the set, the band hits a groove and concludes with a ferocious rendition of "Funk #49." Unfortunately, just as the trio is jelling, the show ends with an anticlimactic "Rocky Mountain Way." In all, though, it's a much sharper and better performance than the one the band gave at the Rock Hall, with the trio's hearts clearly in their best work. The sound quality is superb, too -- let's hope that whatever clandestine recording setup was used at the Allen Theatre makes it to the North Coast's next bootleg venture.
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