Had tickets to see John Hiatt last fall but he fell while hiking and had to cancel the tour. A concussion and an ankle break in your 70s is not an easy road back. Glad he made the effort and was in rare form at Infinity. This theater is comfortable with good acoustics and sight lines. Hiatt is like a a well worn leather coat, comfortable, familiar, and consistent. Hiatt has been making excellent records at a pretty regular clip since the mid 70s. The extensive catalog is peppered with hits and the hiking injury seemed to have no aftershocks on this troubadour. The setlist delivered: My Old Friend, All The Lilacs In Ohio, Trudy and Dave, Crossing Muddy Waters, The Tiki Bar is Open, Tennessee Plates, Master of Disaster, Seven Little Indians, Weightless In My Arms, The Open Road, Real Fine Love, Lift Up EveryStone, Drive South, Perfectly Good Guitar, Through Your Hands, Feels Like Rain, Cry Love, Memphis In The Meantime, Thing Called Love, Encored with Riding With The King and Have a Little Faith in Me. Hiatt’s Crossing Muddy Water release from 2000 is a near perfect record and was a soundtrack to my daughter’s young years. The songwriting is impeccable, spinning rust belt tales of everyday lives. He told the story of Seven Little Indians, a song about his father telling tales to a young John and his six siblings. The music of John Hiatt is entirely relatable and made for an excellent evening of tunes.
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