Terry Adams, with his new band, sounded better than ever last night at the George Eastman House garden. He is the Thelonious Monk of rock n’ roll. If fact he puts more roll in rock than anyone out there. Bernie Hirsch turned me on to them in his dorm room in 1969 and we’ve seen them a dozen times since and we always get as close to the band as possible, behind the PA, and always on Terry’s side.
NRBQ plays without a set list and covers ground from a Tijuana Brass song they had heard on the radio on the way to the gig to George Jones’ White Lightning and Tonight You Belong to Me. Last night they did a Chuck Berry meets Herman’s Hermits version of Something Tells Me I’m In To Something Good and a rousing Cielito Lindo. They’re own material is just as rich, Flat Foot Floozie and Howard Johnson from their second lp and Drivin’ In My Car.
Terry cannot sit still. He darts from one keyboard to the next even reaching over one from behind to play it upside down but he would prefer his antics not be documented. He told me to “document it in my mind” when I took this shot. Great advice. Long live Terry Adams!
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