Text Messaging Edge

So, we had a most excellent gig last night with Wayne Leeloy and the fabulous Native Son at The Flying Saucer in downtown Memphis. Thanks so much to Wayne for inviting us, clapping emphatically after every tune, and generally making us feel really welcome. As usual, we were most earnest in our approach, as this very grave photograph indicates.

Wayne was joined by New Orleans guitarist Reid Wick. Back in November, Reid and a group of all star musicians from New Orleans played at Habitat's "Operation Home Delivery" program at the Forum. They were absolutely incredible. Reid's taken a full-time job with the National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences (NARAS), aka the Grammy guys. He is a fantastic guitar player, but evidently, as a result of his trip to the Grammys a couple of weeks ago, Reid has struck up quite a friendship with a fine guitar player in his own right out of Dublin, called Edge. They send text messages to each other fairly regularly.

For a couple of hack folk-rockers like us, this definitely was information to geek out over. I mean, we were sharing a bench with a dude who, just today, may very well have communicated with one of the baddest ass (can I say that?) guitar players of our generation. Ted got a little hung up on whether close friends call him "Edge" or "The Edge" or, maybe, just plain ol' "Davey". Reid confirmed that, since he was a child, no one other than his mom has called Edge anything other than "Edge". When Bono called him "The Edge" on RATTLE AND HUM, he was clearly just stuck in a moment that he couldn't get out of.

So, it was a very fun night. We learned a lot and played well with others. We sang these songs, in this order:

WHAT MAKES YOU THINK
HARD TO FALL
KEEPING STILL
POCAHONTAS
YEAR 55
TEENAGE HEART
HEAVYWEIGHT
WHAT THEY MEAN
OTIS REDDING SONG
NO MAN ALIVE
I'M ON FIRE
TIME TO KILL
DON'T YOU STARE
JAY-C'S BROKEN RADIO
I'M ONLY SLEEPING