Showtime was listed as 8pm, and there was no mention of an opening act, so we hustled to make it there by 8:00. Sure enough, the Mavericks came on around 8:15.
I was wondering what the band line-up would be. They were a 9-piece band at the Fest, but the publicity photos for this tour show five people. I was wondering if this would be a stripped down - but no, nine people came out - the same lineup as last summer. I guess the other four aren't officially "Mavericks."
They were everything we remembered. It's hard to describe exactly what they do. There's a rockabilly feel...and a bit of a Latin feel...and there's such an infectious beat that you simply have to get up and move.
They announced before the show that dancing wasn't allowed in the center aisle - but it was allowed in the side aisles. Well, after a few songs, there was no containing Darling Wife - she got up and went down the right-side aisle (we were seated about half-way back toward the right.) I lost track of her, as I was enjoying the show.
Two and a half hours later, after about six encores, they finally said goodnight for the last time and the house lights came back on. I waited for Darling Wife...then waited some more...then finally saw her. It turns out that she got pretty much right in front of the stage, and pronounced it the best time ever. I'm pretty sure that if Raul Malo had beckoned, she would have jumped on the tour bus, and I'd now be getting postcards from the road. But sadly, it wasn't to be.
The Mavericks are seriously the funnest band out there. Not to be missed.
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