They kicked it off with “Can’t Explain” and just went on to rip it up for two solid hours. The set was unapologietically retro without being nostalgic. Every song had an immediacy. It never felt like…”oh we’ll have to play this, so let’s just get through it.”
“My Generation” had an interesting twist. After comlpetely rocking the whole song it descended into a very raw jam and Townsend appended these lyrics to the 60’s anthem:
“This is an apology…
sorry we fucked it all up
sorry we fucked it all up
sorry we fucked it all up”
Pete Townsend was always my favorite rocker of that era and seeing him live for the first time I remembered what I liked so much about him. Smart. No bullshit. Talented out the wazoo.
Pino Palladino played bass and Zak Starkey (yes Ringo’s son) played drums. They were both good but this iteration of the band is all about Townsend and Daltrey. And why not? They still kick ass in no uncertain terms.
In spite of the Eagles and Phillies games, parking and traffic was not a problem. The spirit of Keith Moon watched over us.