It soon became clear that Loudon was back, and that he had an agenda for this visit to the Grill. Part of his meditations bemoaned the aging process (“I Remember Sex”) and another part of them dealt with trying to account for family. Mixing media, he moved from his guitar and songs to an iPad loaded with stories. He tried to account for Loudon I, his dad Loudon II and, in the process, himself, Loudon Wainwright III. His father used to write a column for the now-defunct LIFE magazine known as “The View from Here.” Loudon, with a renewed appreciation for his dad, mixed excerpts from this magazine column and used those as segues into song. His mission was bold and daring. At one point, he called for quiet, sat on a stool with no notes, and then related about a six-minute story of a family dog; the story was full of allegories and insights about how a pet can mirror human tendencies and help bond family members, despite their differences. Despite any differences of opinion about Loudon’s brave multimedia approach, there was no question that he was back on.
Finally, in his quest to cover the family, he mentioned his son Rufus’s wedding to a German man named Jorn, whose name he exaggeratedly drew out with some ambivalence. He mentioned attending the couple’s wedding in Montauk, stating also that with 258 people in attendance he was glad he did not have to pay for it. And then he broke into “The Days We Die,” which he performs as a duet with Rufus on his latest album – the song ponders the possibilities of change and acceptance.
Before closing, he took requests, gladly roping his mother into
the evening with “White Winos”: “Mother
liked her white wine / she’d have a glass or three…” And he was also willing to play his classic,
often-covered “Motel Blues” (“from the 1970s,” he noted with chagrin); although
these days, in keeping with the theme of the eve, he said he only invites
people up to his motel room to help him try and connect the damn Wi-Fi! Loudon proved, with this gig at the Uptown
Grill, that he still has his stuff – he never missed a beat.
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