I went to hear Duke Gadd the night before last.

Even though Duke is the son of the legendary drummer Steve Gadd, he is so much more than that.

He is truly his own person as a musician. Everything he  played was so effortless and right.

He’s easy on the eyes too.

I was having a great time until one of the musicians, a guy in his 70’s, proudly announced that it was his 6 months anniversary to the way younger japanese woman who was also in the band.

You can bet there was one person not joining in on the smattering applause that followed.

All I kept thinking was there was probably a nee Sylvia Goldberg somewhere popping happy pills and ordering one bagel from Fresh Direct (that’s a food delivery service in New York) while those two were making goo goo eyes at each other on the stage.

Do I sound bitter? I”m sure not. I just calls ’em like I sees  ’em.

Anyway it’s clear I’m now officially a night owl.  I got home way after nine.

In fact I loved the band so much the other night  that later this week I’m going to hear Steve Gadd.

I hope he swings because the kid set the bar really high.