Review: Jeff Daniels concert

By Christa Lawler
Duluth News Tribune

Jeff Daniels addressed the celebrity farkle-narkle immediately.

“We got any ‘Dumb and Dumber’ fans here tonight?” the co-star of the 1994 comedy with Jim Carrey asked the audience of about 120 at Sacred Heart Music Center on Thursday night. “There are some of you who think of it as your ‘Citizen Kane.’ ”

The audience cackled when he invited them to get out their cell phones and take their photos now. The actor/singer/songwriter/guitar player strummed as he chatted. Sure enough, screens were lifted in his direction. He mugged a bit, goofy smiles to different sections of the room.

“Let’s get that (stuff) out of the way right off the bat.”

The award-winning actor seems to have created a niche with his brand of concert. He’s a guitar-plucking memoirist whose songs swing between hilarious and thoughtful. He’s your unassuming neighbor leaning over the fence: black T-shirt, baseball cap, his boots keeping the beat. Mostly he sang slices of his own life both among the rich and famous and the pedestrians of Toronto.

  • About being killed by Clint Eastwood in the 2002 film “Blood Work.” The song, “Dirty Harry Blues,” includes Daniels’ own impersonation of Eastwood, a low, throaty monotonous growl.
  • “Have a Good Life Then Die,” the story of nearly running over a man in Canada and the verbal onslaught that followed.
  • About his daughter’s pedal-to-the-metal days with her learner’s permit in “Daddy’s Little Daughter.”
  • And the crowd favorite: A story about the time he left his wife behind at a truck stop on the way to Cooperstown for a family vacation.He performed two non-originals, songs penned by the Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright Lanford Wilson, his friend from their old NYC theater days. The first was about a dancer, sipping gin with a soda straw, holding her joint under the table. The second was about a bus ride from Missouri to New York. Daniels said he keeps his original copy of the lyrics on the wall.

    It wasn’t all yucks, though. Daniels slowed things down here and there during the first half, moreso after the 15-minute intermission. He’s got a pleasant voice. Full, with a bluesy accent without the bluesy tragedy. His songs went from quick-picking fun to slower journal entries. But there was always a story.

    When it was over he stood up, took off his black baseball cap and took a deep bow. He got a standing ovation, and it didn’t take much to get him back in his chair for one more song.

    His RV — oft-referenced throughout the show — was idling at the curb, a dog at shotgun.

  • This review was in the November 12, 2010 edition of the Duluth (Minn.) News Tribune.

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