It should have been a great night of music, it should have been another Steve Earle classic night. I've seen him, with the Dukes, absolutely slay a crowd dead with fantastic songs, energy, humor, and a real sense of irony. I've seen him acoustic and alone in inspiring form, I've seen him in a benefit gig with John Prine, Nancy Griffith, Elvis Costello and Emmylou Harris, where he was both magnanamous and a joy to listen to. I've never seen him in a venue, an open air venue, like the Atlanta Botanical Gardens. The crowd was the usual mix, 'too loud' baby boomers who are more intersted in drinking wine and scoffing enough cheese to feed a small village, posers who just want to be seen at the best gig in town,( 'Is he the guy who does Copperhead Road? I was asked by one), those who's half brothers aunt is the friend of a friend who makes announcements on the local rock radio station, and people like me, who own just about everything he's done and can appreciate one of America's true singer/songwriter/guitar playing geniuses at work (along side Neil Young, Steve Forbert, Townes Van Zandt, Bob Dylan). It wasn't looking good when support act Joe Pugg was playing, the clouds were moving in ominously. By the time Steve took to the stage he looked up at the sky and called out to the crowd' Don't look behind you, it's not lookin good, lets see what happens, but, if we get some bad weather, even if it's an hour or two, I'll be back. And so he began, two or three tunes from his Townes Tribute Album, accompanied by some great stories about the great man, some classics, 'My Old Friend the Blues', 'Ashes to Ashes', it was great, even the noisy woman in front of me stopped talking and opinionating long enough to swallow what had been in her mouth for what seemed an age, but the lightening was becoming dangerous, and I was wondering just how much longer he could play without exposing himself to the risk of frying. Then it came, rain like you've never seen, so hard and so quick that it drenched every one in about two seconds flat. Carl Lewis couldn't have caught the baby boomers, they were outa there. 45 minutes later, I decided to walk back round to the stage area to see if it looked promising for a return, and was absolutely shocked at the storms effects. There was no stage! So, no return to complete the set and, as it says on the ticket, 'no refund for inclement weather'. So, was it good? Steve Earle for 30 minutes, or a mufactured soda-pop band for 90? It was worth every rain-soaked minute.