Apparently it’s only been just about 7 months since I was first introduced to the awesomeness that is a Jason Webley show.

Well, there was no Hate the Drake or Rev Peyton this time around, but the openers did not disappoint. I’m officially a huge fan of The Leisure Kings. They basically belt out lounge renditions of popular songs. They had the perfect touch of funny in their act…natural entertainers.

Next up was Vermillion Lies, two sisters with a high-maintenance stage setup and a shy, cabaret-style dancer on tour with them. I had a conversation through most their show, but it didn’t keep me from noticing that every time I glanced to the stage, they had fewer or different clothes on. I can’t say I completely understood what they were going for with that, but I did dig their vocals.

From there, my low-maintenance man, Jason Webley, took the stage. He rocked through some classics, changing them up a little, at least the crowd participation aspect. There was no spinning (disappointing) but there was finger wiggling in the air with which we were ordered to place under our neighbor’s arm aka tickling in case I lost you there. With the absence of a big damn band, we the audience were required to fill in for some parts of Two Bottles of Wine. Our section handled slide guitar (the hardest part, mind you). I’ll tell you, you will rarely feel more ridiculous than spending a whole song saying “woo-woo, woo-ew-woo-woo, woo” over and over again. It was pretty fricken fantastic.

I was joined for the evening by Mitch and his BFF Matt O. (a new commenter on my blog as you two observant readers may have noted). We were supposed to have a big group, but as the evening drew closer, our number of bailers went up exponentially. Their loss, says I.

Ooh, I also saw the Simpson’s movie prior to partaking in the fun at the Melody Inn. It sort of rocked my world. Lisa Simpson is so my hero. I was the sole person in the theater that appreciated her awkwardness, and Mitch called me out on it. “So you related pretty well to Lisa, eh?” Jerk.

Either way, I know this is a big claim, but I’m just gonna put this out here. I think that fine Thursday is certainly in the running for my favorite evening of the year, challenged mostly by my last Webley show in January. Good times, indeed.