Their set was a combination of one another’s songs, a drunken singalong of sorts that was one part comedy show, one part the greatest musical experience in all of New York City. The two good friends couldn’t have put together a better set list, with hits like “3 a.m.,” “Rain King,” “Like a Virgin,” (yes, you heard me right), “Long December,” and more.
Although one might reason that would be the peak of the weekend, the good times kept rolling on Saturday. With a stacked lineup that included Kirby Brown, Julie Rhodes, Town Meeting and closing out with one of my all-time favorite live acts, OldJack, it was non-stop action. OldJack’s lead singer, Dan Nicklin, is everything rock and roll. When he walks into a room, it’s as if he’s arrived, possessing that “It” factor that’s a requirement for all supernovas. If I had a dime for how many times over the weekend I heard some variation of, “Dan is just so….cool,” I would’ve been able to afford a dozen more tacos from Taco Box. And never mind that when he opens his mouth to sing, it’s like being schooled on what soul should sound like.