Gary Lewis and the Playboys: Fair EnoughNo one would claim the leader of Gary Lewis and the Playboys was ever a great singer -- even his producer Snuff Garrett has always said he was never less than triple-tracked on every recording. So when all five members of the backup band were singing behind the nasally voiced son of comedy legend Jerry Lewis, no one could really feel shortchanged.
In the old days, Gary used to play the drums and sing, with his riser sitting a good 10 feet on front of the rest of the band. And he had a mysterious accordion player in the Playboys which you could never hear on "This Diamond Ring," "Count Me In," or any of the other hits. It would almost be a badge of hipness if he had an accordion player now. Still, it's interesting to note that the weakest of Saturday's singers had more of a hand in writing his own big hits than any of the others did, including "Everybody Loves a Clown" and "Just My Style," which he co-wrote with Leon Russell -- another badge of hipness if you're over 45. After performing his six songs, Lewis left the stage to a standing ovation, except for those audience members who were probably under doctors' orders to not overexert themselves.
These are enjoyable pop truffles to be sure, but hardly what you'd expect this open display of gratitude for. By now it was clear, everybody short of shitting the bed onstage was going to get a standing ovation.
Mark Lindsay (of Paul Revere and the Raiders): Still Solid
Of all the acts on this tour, I had the highest hopes for Mark Lindsay, the lead voice of Paul Revere and the Raiders, the great northwestern originals who recorded "Louie Louie" first. His voice has mellowed with age, losing a lot of the grit from early Nuggets classics like "Just Like Me," "Steppin' Out," and "Hungry."
But he did put extra oomph into his later solo hits like "Arizona" (which would indeed be our state's official song if it didn't have such gobbledygook psychedelic lyrics about the Count of the Monte Cristo and Aesop's Fables) and "Indian Reservation," which he remarked was Columbia's biggest-selling single until "that damned twerp Michael Jackson" came along with "Billie Jean."
While he tried and couldn't moonwalk, he did do some high-stepping leg kicks on, you guessed it, "Kicks." The other irony of hearing Lindsay croon "Maybe someday when they've learned Cherokee nation will return" at an Indian casino appeared to go unnoticed by all present.