I fucking HATE the word bittersweet. But the Kris show was kinda that way. His lyric monitor kept going out and he'd have to stop. And this happened 6 times. Age on display on the stage with no where run. So it's kind of sad, but there is this grace within his band that vibrates out in to the auduence, and it's the most compassionate, beautiful thing you've ever seen.
By lyric monitor I mean, like a tele screen in case he forgets the lyrics.
That's one SICK album. I remember a time, when I used to listen to track #3 when I was hungover. (Don't know, why it was only this one and not the whole album.) Somehow it felt good to hear this, laying on a sofa, feeling wrecked.
I probably posted this here years ago, but for those who might actually care and perhaps missed that, Pino Palladino is an absolute Mutha Fucka. The lick he plays from 1:02-1:04 is so simple that I can't possibly figure it out: