
They also performed live staples “The Intro” and “Out on the Weekend”, as well as a new song. I’m going to forgo a detailed play-by-play of the show, but I will say they performed almost the entire album, with the only exception being “I’d Be Waiting”. It’s good to be here with all our neighbors.” Thank you for your support for our various bands and projects. We never anticipated the album would do so well. “We’ve been on tour for most of the past year. Having seen Rateliff perform straight-up folk music so many times in the past, I had even more reason to be skeptical of his new stage personality, but if there was a façade to been seen through, my vision must be going in my old age, because everything during the 90-minute performance seemed 100% legit to me. There was an originality on display which should have been impossible for a retro band. It was partially the matching outfits it was partially the lighting it was partially the presentation and style of dancing and all the horns, but there was something more to it than that. Paul & The Broken Bones, and even Shakey Graves, I don’t feel like I am watching a group of musicians paying homage to the 60’s I feel like I am watching a band perform in the 60’s. In a time when so many artists are looking to the 80’s for inspiration, Rateliff and the Night Sweats are not the only band whose vision goes back a little further, but unlike Alabama Shakes and St. And it’s nice to be here with my best friend too.” We sat on this stage and smoked a joint and drank some wine and told each other we’d play here someday. Well, Missouri actually, where all poor people come from. We were just a bunch of poor kids from nowhere. “In 1998 I moved here with my best friend, Joseph Pope III on bass, and we would come out here in the middle of the night. There wasn’t a single person questioning the name of the band at that point in the evening.

The sky was clear and the air smelled of autumn, but the red lights upon the red rocks represented the heat radiating from the stage. The Preservation Hall Jazz Band were excused after a few songs, leaving Rateliff and his matching brothers (most of whom wore denim jackets with ‘Intentional Dickweed’ embroidered across the back) to perform “The Intro”, “Howling at Nothing”, “Wasting Time”, and “Mellow Out” all in pure Night Sweats style. I never thought we’d be here with all of you, so this is a truly amazing thing for us.” “We are only here because of you guys tonight, so thank you so much for coming. Seriously, with the dancing skills that man possesses, I don’t know how he stood still on a stage for all those years before The Night Sweats. The tambourine came out at one point, and while he beat it against the slip-sliding, kicking-and-screaming legs below him, his perfectly manicured beard stayed steady in front of the microphone, as if it weren’t connected to the rest of his body. When his feet started to stomp along with the dual percussion of “Look It Here”, I couldn’t control my own extremities from following along.

When he hit those throaty, guttural notes during “I’ve Been Failing”, it sent shivers down my spine. Rateliff played the part of a manic preacher who would just as soon send you straight to hell as he would lift you up to the gates of heaven. There was something almost religious about what was happening on that stage. Strands of discrete white lighting bounced off saxophones, and trumpets, and even a sousaphone, as New Orleans’ best paid tribute to Colorado’s best. Then he channeled all that love into his newfound James Brown persona. Dressed all in black (from his hat, all the way down to his boots), with arms outstretched to gather all the love coming his way, Rateliff looked up at the venue like he was seeing it for the first time.

With the brass wind at his back, Nathaniel Rateliff returned home on his knees. A colossal circus of horns marched out in front of Stage Rock, with the Night Sweats following close behind. From one extreme to the other, the man who had found comfort in solitary performances for years, was not only surrounded by the six-piece Sweats, but also by the seven-piece New Orleans’ Preservation Hall Jazz Band (who had decided to stick around after their opening set for Yonder Mountain the night before).
