Review + Setlist: Jackson Browne and David Lindley Harmonize at the Fox Theatre, Tuesday, August 10



Jackson Browne's rare US tour with David Lindley -- the all-things-stringed maestro who, as much as anyone, defined the sound of Browne's astonishing run of records in the '70s -- found the sextaganarians at the Fox Theatre on one of the haziest and sweatiest of nights during this St. Louis Summer From Hell. As the 2 hour and 40 minute split set drew to a close, "Rock Me on the Water," and the lines "I'll get back to the sea, somehow," sounded as utopian and as unlikely as ever.

More likely was the first cry of "Take off your shirt, baby!" from a fan who would (likely) later be doing the Elaine Dance in the aisle. "Polyester is a commitment," Browne joked, but at least no one yelled for him to strip the bell bottoms. Starting just after 7:30 p.m., he and Lindley took the stage, sat down, and opened with two stunning songs written by friends: "Seminole Bingo" by Warren Zevon and "Brothers Under the Bridge" by Bruce Springsteen. Lindley -- sporting monster mutton chops and a Rorschach-test shirt given to him by a fan before the show -- sang lead on both, his voice pointy and reedy, but well-matched with Browne, who, despite having dropped half an octave in the sweet spot, remains an excellent harmony singer. And Lindley's guitar (and bouzouki and fiddle and lap steel) playing? No one sounds like him, not even himself circa 1976, for in the brilliant acoustics of the Fox -- the mix, from my VIP seat, slayed on the acoustic set, although it perhaps wavered in the vocals on the later electric set -- he tested and pushed and played with riffs and tunings like a surrealist, but always soulful.

The two continued the intimate exchange with "For Everyman" and the under-appreciated "Looking East," making the set up as they went, with Browne honoring a request for "Our Lady of the Well," which Lindley claimed not to remember. "That's one of the benefits of never having learned it in the first place," Browne added. The disclaimer was unnecessary, as Lindley gave the break the best improvised solo of the night. Browne left Lindley to his own devices - "It's the music, not the words," Lindley said, impersonating Jimmy Stewart - and then attacked two more covers, "Soul of a Man" (taking a cue from Bruce Cockburn's version of the blues standard) and then, of all things, "Copperhead Road," by Steve Earle, thrashed out on a fat, pear-shaped oud.

The opening acoustic set lasted 40 minutes, and, with its surprising and wonderful covers and intense and spontaneous interplay, seemed to presage a remarkable night. Only when Browne returned with his full band - organ, electric guitar, back up singers, bass and drums behind plexiglass baffles - Lindley remained off-stage, and the singer seemed lost, frozen almost, as if his ill-advised plastic surgery had consumed his entire body. His mouth moved around the first full-band song, "Off of Wonderland," but nothing else did. The three tunes that followed - "Giving That Heaven Away," "Just Say Yeah" and "Shape of Heart" - served to remind that Browne isn't just a poet of youth's promise, but a fucking good pop songwriter. Still, only "Shape of a Heart" stuck, his voice cracking beautifully on the refrain, and then cracking again on the line "fast as they can ride," on "Your Bright Baby Blues," played, finally, with some semblance of consciousness on the keys. Lindley had now returned, which seemed to make all the difference to the band and to the singer. When the background gals came in like a choir, "Close your eyes," and Browne responded, "Try a few of these," it wasn't just a nostalgic dope reference. He seemed really to be trying again.

But for the rest of the band set, such moments of inspiration and connection were just flashes in an otherwise workmanlike approach to some of his greatest songs. "The Pretender" was rushed and only Lindley's fiddle redeemed "For a Dancer." "Doctor My Eyes" and "Rock Me on the Water" sent a pride of puma concolor senescens towards the stage, resulting in hilarious crowd control efforts by security. The ladies had already been primed by the Pretender's call, "Get it up again!" Dobermans and fire hoses wouldn't have kept them at bay. (Note to self: I'm in the wrong business. Look into tanning bed franchise.)

The night ended with a piano-less "Running On Empty" - oh the beauty of that sustained lap steel opening - and, as it began, with two covers: "Mercury Blues" (the classic by K.C. Douglas) and "I Am a Patriot" (the reggae manifesto by Little Steven). Browne roamed the stage, and seemed to enjoy the band's groove, but even he must have known his finest moment at the Fox was hours before, singing harmony with a friend in a straight-back, wooden chair.


Acoustic set:
Seminole Bingo
Brothers Under the Bridge
For Everyman
Looking East
Our Lady of the Well
Soul of a Man
Copperhead Road

Band set:
Off of Wonderland
Giving That Heaven Away
Just Say Yeah
Shape of a Heart
Your Bright Baby Blues
Fountain of Sorrow
The Pretender
For a Dancer
My Problem Is You
Too Many Angels
I'm Alive
Doctor My Eyes
Rock Me On the Water
Running on Empty

Mercury Blues
I Am a Patriot

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