Still a little stunned today. Honestly the most omnipotent guitar playing I've ever heard or ever expect to hear. Jazz, blues, country, rock all pretty much reduced to their common denominators and then recombined to form something greater than the sum of its parts. In particular 'Initiation', the piece inspired by and dedicated to the Indigenous Australians, was frighteningly intense at time. There were some older people in the front row who had to get out of their seats and go to the back of the hall.

And to think it all went down at a venue literally just across…

Maybe I should see a doctor, when I close my eyes I can still see the spots burned into my retinas by the house lights reflecting off those luminous white hats and I swear I'm hearing fiddles where there shouldn't ought to be any fiddles.

So anyway: Vibrant show, packed house, adulation, the White Dove, unique voice, three generations of Stanleys, Oh Death, tributes to Carter, Room at the Top of the Stairs, appropriately corny jokes and horsing around, Orange Blossom Special, raucous standing ovations, three encores, Pretty Polly.

So, who knows what to expect from a Jandek perfomance? The only live disc I have is Glasgow Sunday and I honestly expected this concert to sound nothing like that, I wasn't wrong. If the Glasgow show was the Jandek Power Trio then the Indianapolis show was the Jandek Jazz Quintet. That's Jandek on guitar/vocals, a drummer, a bassist, a flautist/xylophonist, and a female vocalist/violinist.

Though I list the venue as the august-sounding "Harrison Center for the Arts", that's how it's billed, the concert was actually held in the sanctuary of the Redeemer Presbyterian Church. From the second row the…

Overwhelming, cathartic, and absolutely mind-expanding! The program refers to him as "the unsurpassed jazz immortal, Sonny Rollins," and nobody alive is in a position to disagree. He's not just resting on his laurels either, the seventy-six year-old Saxophone Colossus brings it!

I've got some of his recent studio albums and to be frank they're solid but not spectacular. His live shows though are another matter entirely. I've seen him twice now and both times he burned me to the ground. I seriously would have had tears in my eyes if I wasn't such a rugged, meat-eating son-of-a-bitch.

(NOTE: 'Sonny, Please'…