Travalon and I had a very lazy morning, then I had to go do an audit for the local because I'm a trustee. The other trustee has done them before, so she knew what to do, and so it only took an hour. Then Travalon and I went to evening Mass before going to the Orpheum to see Herb Alpert.
Longtime readers may remember that we saw Herb Alpert almost exactly three years ago. We had to go down to Chicago for that, but this time he came to town with the Tijuana Brass, and Travalon got "free" tickets with the credit from the time he tried to get Weird Al Yankovic tickets and the seller never sent them to him. Then just last week the Dairyman's Daughter asked if we like him, because two friends of hers had tickets and couldn't go. I said yes, we are such big fans that we already had tickets, but it turns out Rich and another regular from the Night Prayer group really wanted to go. We didn't go with them, but we did run into them there.
So now he's 91, but he's still going strong. He's very funny, and he still plays the trumpet beautifully. He started with one of Travalon's favorites, "The Lonely Bull," and then he asked people to shout out what song from
Whipped Cream and Other Delights they wanted to hear, and both Travalon and the guy on the other side of me shouted, "Taste of Honey!" They did play that, and they did a long jam on "Rise," which was my gateway drug to Herb Albert because I was too young to encounter him in his heyday, but that song was big in the early 80's when I was a tween, and I just loved it. Still love it, especially the version they did tonight. We all clapped on the appropriate beat. They did most of his hits, and some other songs (like "Love Potion #9") that I had not heard him cover before, and then during the encore they played another favorite of mine, "Tijuana Taxi." I just love the horn at the end! Afterwards we went to our old church to use the restroom, and when I was talking to Rich about how cool it is that a nerdy Jewish kid could grow up to be a sex symbol, own a recording label, and still be going strong in his nineties, some guy came out of the bathroom and said, "Wasn't that a great show?" I have no idea who he is, but to get into our church at night he must have had a key, so he must have been some sort of parishioner.
Here are the screenshots from the final video Travalon made on our ten-train day. He made this one with his cell phone, but he held it horizontally, so it doesn't have those weird black patches on either side.
I am finally caught up on train video screenshots, that I know of. I'm sure there will be more in the future.
And once again, I have to do a little DuoLingo bragging:
I only spent about an hour and a half doing it this morning. Now it's time for my night session.