Dan Baird & Homemeade Sin, This Ain't Hollywood, July 3

Greetings, P___.

I got a call from Our Mutual Friend, wondering if I'd join him in Hamilton to see Dan Baird & Homemade Sin at This Ain't Hollywood. My knee-jerk reaction was to decline, of course. But it had been just over a year since I'd last seen Our Friend and catching up with him over burgers and beer before a night of Baird & Co's feisty brand of rock 'n' roll was, on further reflection, quite an attractive offer. So I came out of “retirement” and made the drive to Steel-Town.

Back in '86, Baird shot out of the gate and into the stratosphere when his band, the Georgia Satellites, scored an unlikely hit with “Keep Your Hands To Yourself.” Thirty years later Baird is understandably circumspect about that event in his particular space-time continuum. He plays it every show, of course, and brought it out early this night. “If I'd known I was going to have to play this song the rest of my life, I would have wrote something else” — Joe Walsh said that about “Life's Been Good.” If Baird harbours similar feelings about “Hands” a) nobody could blame him, and b) nobody could sense it from the way he plays it on stage.

If this night was any indication, there is no more committed performer of the rock show than Dan Baird. He battled various gremlins throughout the night — a faulty capo, a broken snare, various tuning and timing issues. Such are the risks one courts when switching up the setlist every single night, often on-the-fly. Baird started up an impromptu version of “Long Black Veil” which clearly caught the bass-player — youthful newcomer Sean Savacool — off-guard. Savacool locked eyes with guitarist Warner Hodges, who calmly shepherded him through the chord progressions. The end result was a seamless success, a rock ‘n’ roll torquing of a country chestnut.

You and I last saw Hodges doing his thing as a Scorcher, some 20 years ago, when Perry was still alive and pounding the kit. Hodges was already clean and sober by then, but still exhibiting the attitude that once fuelled such exploits as smoking cigarettes through a nostril whilst lip-lock chugging a Heineken and keeping rhythm.

Today even the cigarette habit is in check, and his evolution as a bandmate is a revelation. He and Baird traded quips about the unexpected challenges encountered that evening — Baird’s delivered with a snicker and a sneer, while Hodges’ with a placid shrug and knowing smile.

Yin and Yang, in other words. Whoever thought balance could be achieved in a rock show? But if a rocker is going to do this into the sixth (and counting) decade of one’s life, however else are you going to manage it?

And all this before a crowd of 40.

During the final song of the night, an audience member rushed the stage in an evident euphoric state. I turned to check him out — he was a member of the opening band, a fellow some years older than I. He had announced his intention to get ripped to the tits, and had clearly managed the feat. For a moment I envied him — is it at all possible to trigger Dionysian rapture without resorting to Dionysian excess?

After a while, it all becomes a blur.

Rhetorical question.

The deeper envy was beholding this group of elder brothers, watching each other’s backs and committing themselves not just to the music and the show, but to each other’s welfare. They were a band, in other words — that most admirable and enviable of social/professional groups.

Let’s keep the band together, shall we?

Yours,

D___

P.S. This is the setlist, as near as Our Mutual Friend and I could figure. With the exception of the closing song, the rest of the order is VERY questionable. Also: missing are some numbers we couldn’t name, no doubt to be released on the forthcoming Screamer, which looks to be another winner.

Younger Face (possible opener)
Shake It Til It’s Sore
Julie and Lucky
Keep Your Hands To Yourself
I Love You Period
Long Black Veil
Damn Thing
All Over But The Cryin’
Let It Shine
Love Gone Wrong
Do My Worst
Crooked Smile
Sheila/Do You Wanna Dance
Railroad Steel (closer)

Here is a recent interview with Baird, held just before a series of health shocks broadsided him/them. It burnishes some interesting insights into Baird’s way of thinking and doing his thing in the current environment.

P.S. Also: 

-Adilyda

-Bust Your Heart

-Little Darlin'

-Good Problem To Have

-1000 Little Pieces

-Outlivin'

-Somethin' Better

-Ever-Lovin' Mind

-Mister and Maam (I'm pretty sure I heard "bird named Snake" that night)