I have to say I walked out of the Albert Hall last Tuesday at the interval in Jackson Browne's set.
I had a cold and couldn't hear too well, the show was too static and the songs all began to sound the same, each one starting differently but all ending with the band all playing together too loud. Not enough light and shade. Then there was the obvious let's turn the lights on the audience after the drum roll on For Everyman. Jackson said he'd like to spend time with each and everyone of us, but I didn't believe him though.
The high spot was a female heckler up in the Gods who proclaimed " Jackson Browne I love you", then after another song, "I want to be your pussycat". Jackson replied that he already had two. After a beat, she said " I'll be your third". It was a good intro to the new single. Jackson then worried about the drivel between songs, later apologising in case we thought he meant our repartee.
Had I been on stage I'd have dedicated the show to Nelson Mandela who was also in town. He didn't, and we went in search of something more substantial to get our teeth into.
London July 11th 1996