The Hard Lessons
After a freakish guitar solo, Augie stood at the rear of the stage with his back to the audience and suspended his guitar by its strap from a light rack. The drummer, Christophe, played a two-minute solo that defied his small stature, with that guitar still roaring all the while. Then Augie dove off the stage and landed literally right in front of Adrian and me. He climbed back onstage, freed his guitar, called for more lights, and walked along the countertop next to the bar, picking up where he left off.
"This reminds me of the Who," Adrian shouted in my ear, and he was right. The whirling-armed guitar licks? Stage diving and tight black pants with sleeveless black and white T-shirts? This is why rock 'n' roll was born, to bask in ageless youth. It's almost as if they were taunting us older folks. "Go ahead," they dared. "Now try saying they just don't make music like they used to."
Near the end of the show, the Hard Lessons performed their sole cover of the night, Neil Young's "Out of the Blue and into the Black." At the chorus, they had the audience singing, "Hey, hey. My, my./Rock 'n' roll will never die."