The Sunday before last, I saw Timothy B. Schmit play in the tiny, art deco Saban Theatre in Beverly Hills. Although I’ve waited a while to write about it, I want to do so now. It was a sweet, lighthearted show, uplifting in a way I didn’t realize I needed.
Timothy B. Schmit, famous as a member of my favorite band, the Eagles, was a member of Poco, another favorite, before that, and, as I learned at the concert, his solo work is just as good as anything else he’s done. He played songs from nearly every era of his career, including favorites like the Eagles’ “I Can’t Tell You Why” and Poco’s “Keep On Tryin,'” new favorites like “All Those Faces,” and songs that, for inexplicable reasons, are not inordinately famous, like “White Boy From Sacramento.”
Quick note on “White Boy From Sacramento.” This song made a guy across the aisle from me intensely, vocally angry. I’m guessing it was the line “I dig surf music ‘cuz it’s so bitchin'” that pushed him over the edge. But this song and Timothy Schmit’s performance of it, as he pokes fun at himself with such good humor, is a great example of what I mean when I say this concert was sweet, lighthearted, and uplifting.
Timothy is funny, and he seems to know it. “You guys’ll laugh at anything,” he said, eliciting another laugh. There’s more to it than that though.He has this effusive, positive energy, and he’s a light on stage, kicking his feet, all but bouncing, bringing smiles to my face even when he wasn’t being funny. If this concert was anything to judge by, Timothy B. Schmit really enjoys what he does for a living, and his voice is just as pretty as ever.
This concert made me remember what I love about live music. Even after Eric Clapton’s iconic performance in September, I was letting the more stressful elements of my life wear down my enthusiasm for music. This concert made me happy again; it let me escape from my life for a few hours, and isn’t that the beauty of music?
It was sweet, as well, to see Timothy Schmit’s relationship with former Poco bandmate Richie Furay, who opened for him. Timothy seemed so grateful to have Richie open for him and humbled, as he put it, to have his former mentor open one of his shows. As the show wrapped up, Timothy had Richie come onstage again, respectfully giving Richie the honor of closing the show too.
After the show, in a move that is far out of character for me, I went up to the stage and asked the stagehands for a setlist. The lesson I learned from this experience is that when you ask for a Timothy B. Schmit setlist, if the first person says no, you just have stand there for long enough, and someone will eventually rip a setlist off Hank Linderman’s amp and hand it to you.