Yacht Rock began our summer concert series at Park Tavern last night with the Reagan Rock Prom. Midtown was packed all afternoon (mostly because of the Dogwood Festival), but we still had a good turnout. It didn't sell out, though that was probably good because the tent never got so packed that things got out of control.
Our second try at Kokomo got a better reaction than our first. Here's my transcription of the solo.
My worst moment of the night was the Get Out of my Dreams solo. This must be a comped solo--there's no place to breathe! About halfway through, things got a little loose, and I kind of fumbled rest of it. By the measure: yep, yep, yep, oops, yep, fuck!, dammit!, ok.
