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Jude. Who knew that besides being a kickass lyricist and guitarist, he was blisteringly hysterical? He had us rolling on the floor of the Aladdin Theatre last night, which, as opening diva Sam Shaber pointed out, they've thankfully mopped since it was a porn theater. With no planned set list, he opened with an idyllic song about Cuba (complete with a long-barrelled rifle, should any music execs show up), and then took requests for the rest of the night. Between songs, he bantered with the audience. We communally decided to order a pizza. Jude married a couple in the front row.

Sans band, he let us be his horn section -- the left side of the theater sang the ascending trumpet scale in the chorus of Everything's Alright, while the right side did the poppy descending arpeggios. And we got to be the synth percussive puh-puh-pows in Brad and Suzy. We had a Gay Cowboy singalong. Sample lyric:

I want to hear some other spurs on the floor
When I walk in the door
I want to feel some other hair on the back
When I climb in the sack

Afterward, Karren and I celebrated our birthdays with chocolate cake and loud tracks from King of Yesterday.