I really needed this show as a transition back to Homey-Ha after five blissful days in Colorful Colorado with Phil, Warren, and all the rest of our Phriends. As I entered the Omaha Music Hall two cops greeted me at the door and one went right for my pockets. Other than that, the show was pretty ideal. The General Admission policy allowed me to wander up front for a nice spot, and the Boyz came out prepared to deliver. Billy gaped at the orchestra pit between them and us and being the man he is, wondered aloud if this would be an impediment to our fun. The answer was NO! The musical peak came at the end of the show (for me at least), with “Hobo Song” by Peter Rowan.
