Well, not wrong, maybe; just not not a performance to convert anyone who wasn’t already a robe-wearing member of the Cult of Rufus. Miss Crooks loves him unconditionally, but even she had to admit that an all-standing venue was not the place for him to be playing a sleepy show like this.
The Paper of Record held my review for two days, perhaps (and if so, rightly so) to make room for Richard Harrington’s eulogy for Oscar Peterson that ran Christmas Day, so this didn’t see print until the Wednesday after this Friday-night concert.
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