Okay, I’ll confess: I was musically challenged in high school. The hardest thing I listened to was Bad Company, and my favorite rock station was one of the first to be infected by consultants. As such, Wishbone Ash was one of those names I read about in rock magazines but never appeared on my radio. Luckily, the band crammed its sound inside the Van Dyck last weekend and gave me a monstrous lesson.
And “crammed” is not an exaggeration. At the height of their popularity, Wishbone played major arenas, concert halls and festivals, and from what I could tell, they were going with their default volume settings. Why the Van Dyck didn’t blow down like one of those houses in old nuclear-blast footage during the torrid opener “Blowin’ Free,” I have no idea. But guitarist-lead vocalist Andy Powell wasn’t kidding when he said, “You’re getting an up-close-and-personal show tonight!”