When I got there, the showroom was nearly empty, except for a few people scattered on the edges out of the light, and a few of us in the only half-open upstairs area. We caught up on our assorted travels, got some drinks, and stood around waiting for Sam Jayne once it looked like people had actually started to show up.
After a few songs, and compliments from the former Love as Laughter frontman about the crowd's mellowness; we took a break to hang out at the "Bad Juju" on the sauna couch and to get some fries next door. This caused us to miss a band of Scandinavian origin, but not to miss the Fruit Bats. The headliners alternated between rocking and slower solo numbers. By the end of the encore, Eric Johnson was dipping into the catalog of songs whose lyrics were better known to superfans (who knew?) than to himself.