In June of 2008 Wifey and I reserved tickets a month in advance to go see Les at the Iridium Jazz club in NYC on our wedding anniversary. The show happened to fall exactly on our anniversary date (July 7th), so that was pretty much a no-brainer. Sweet!
A month later we walked to the Iridium a couple of hours early which was just a few blocks from our hotel in NYC. Our hearts sank a little when we saw that there was a pretty long line already started to get in, and seating was first come first serve. While were in the long line to get in and sweating our tails off, a cartoon bubble popped up over my head of us sitting behind a big concrete post (the club is in a basement) and having to lean over for the entire show to see anything.
Wifey mentioned in passing to a woman ahead of us that we were there for our anniversary. She told us to hold on, went past the line and into the bar with her son, and 5 minutes later her son came out and said "Come on." It turns out she had a connection at the club and smuggled us in. We caught the tail end of the early set in the back of the bar (he always did two - an early and late set). At the end of the tune we walked in on, it was encore time and Les announced that he had a special guest he'd like to invite on stage... Steve Miller and a few of his band mates. Lo and behold, Steve Miller walked right past us (I could see the stubble starting to grow in from his shave earlier that morning) and cranked out a mellow version of "Fly Like an Eagle" with Les. That fuckin' ruled.
The bar cleared out and not only did we get to stay for the second set (the one we made reservations for in the first place), but the bar was toadilly empty and we had our pick of where we wanted to sit. Damn! We sat right smack dab in front and for the next 1.5 hours sipped on overpriced blue martinis while watching the most humbling guitar playing that I've ever been privileged enough to experience at a live show. Complete with another Steve Miller encore, which was a surprise to that crowd but at that point we were thinking "Pssht... that's soooo two hours ago." (Kidding.)
Afterward there was a meet-n-greet and Les hung out at a table with a beer by his side and signed stuff/took pictures with fans (including us). He didn't stop until every last person was taken care of. I think it was around 1:30AM when we got out of there. Not too shabby for a 93 year old!
Even though we were probably just a blur to him in a long line of fans, it was one of the coolest things ever. We walked up and out of the bar and walked aimlessly around Manhattan trying to keep our jaws from hanging open from all of the awesomeness we'd just taken in. We ended up at Ray's pizza and each ordered a slice from a life-long Ray's pizza serving associate who beared a striking resemblance to Sloth from The Goonies.
Good stuff.
Thanks for making the music world what it is today, and for the memorable anniversary. Tonight we will raise our glasses to our framed napkin and bar tab which we had Mr. Paul sign. In between packing up boxes I will play my Les Paul until my shoulder hurts... which I'm guessing will take about 20 minutes. Them things is heavy, yo.
Money shot of Les' pedalboard taken from where we were sitting (click for larger image)
