So we braved the Birchmere food for this one.
Opener Kyle Andrews was from Nashville by way of Chicago. He performed as if he were a seasoned veteran of the performers loft at your neighborhood Potbellys.
In between acts, our nutty neighbor introduced himself and said that he was on the guest list because he had been the server for the Josh Rouse band at an Old Town restaurant Sunday night. He asked us if we knew who the Josh Rouse band was, and did they have a really hot female lead singer. He seemed crushed when we told him the woman in question was Josh Rouse's girlfriend and she'd only be singing backup on a few songs.
Rouse was solidly good, though unspectacular. He reminds me of a creepy alcoholic midget. Early on, he told a sob story about their van breaking down in Kentucky earlier in the day and thanks to the Birchmere for letting them borrow equipment, blah blah blah. Some people actually believed the story, which of course was complete bullshit. His girlfriend was hot in a 90's teen magazine model sort of way (my wife's observation)...they seemed like a creepy older man/ younger woman combo...but her singing chops are lacking. I wish he would rock a little more, but as my wife pointed out, a 5'4" guy in nerd glasses rocking out would probably look ridiculous. I wonder if the relatively small crowd could be attributed in part to the other yacht rock show in town last night, Norah J. and M. Ward.
