The mornings seem to start later all the time and I didn't hit the treadmill until noon today. An hour and a half later I hobbled out of the gym feeling virtuous and starved out. I met up with my friends Kate and Major Walker for lunch at Legal Seafood. Kate is a publicist here in Boston, a tireless supporter of all the right stuff and we have quite a few friends in common. It was a big bowl of creamy white Boston clam chowder, crab cake, gallons of ice tea and the good company of Major and Kate.
The Fleet Boston Pavilion is a 'shed' theatre on the harbour with no lawn seating. The capacity is listed as 4,700 but it looked more like 10,000 and sounded like 40,000. Sold out and then some, it was Friday night in Boston and these folks came to party. They were so loud it was painful and you couldn't ask for a better audience. Roaring approval and standing ovations in a great setting with the breeze coming off the harbour. MK and Co. all in good shape and some particularly good renditions of Sultans, Romeo, Speedway, Telegraph and Shangri-La. When we left the stage I realized that the house was so loud my ears were shut down. Way to go Boston, we love you and hope the Red Sox repeat their hat trick this year.
Back at the hotel for a couple of drinks with Guy, Danny, Bap Kennedy and a farewell toast to James Walbourne who plays fantastic guitar with Bap. James is off now to begin a tour with his own band in support of their record. An old friend of ours from Nashville, Mike McAdam will finish to the tour with Bap.
It's way up north tomorrow to Montreal.