By now, his onstage freak-outs consist of occasionally wandering out of sight, swearing at fans who profess love, or just drunken, rambling rants. If he’s in a grumpy mood, you might get the silent no-between-songs-patter treatment. But between all of these dramatic events, you’ll also get a still-great singer with a crack band cranking out an incredible catalog of songs. You’ll pay a pretty penny for the privilege, but it’ll be worth it, regardless of his temperament.
Sun., Oct. 25, 8 p.m., 2009
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on October 20, 2009