the sound was clean and not-too-loud, and the energy levels were high.
i just would have preferred one or more less zz top-type, john lee hooker boogie and one-slow burner of a ballad in its place. he certainly has them in his catalogue. either way, the set delivered the requisite rev-up and bassist steve marriner played one heckuva blues harp solo at one point while still holding down the i-v-iv tempo.
as the voice, keys and writer or co-writer of the finest moments of the guess who’s career, burton cummings is a true canadian rock icon.
he strolled on stage in a black t adorned with the beatles a hard day’s night album cover and a satin tour bomber that had a wee jim morrison patch on the left side and wasted no time hitting the keys like a pro on runnin’ back to saskatoon. at 76 years, the winnipeg legend can still put on some fine lead piano face moves and make the black and white keys boogie woogie.
his voice has held up better than the majority of his ’60s-era contemporaries, still carrying that lovely blend of just a little bit of gravel with choirboy clarity. he absolutely nailed such gems as laughing, hand me down world, no sugar tonight/new mother nature and clap for the wolfman. the random crowd clapping for that last tune had me wishing for the sound of one hand clapping, as there was a clear lack of consensus on exactly when, and how, the palms should connect on the chorus.