triggered a memory for me of seeing LW3 in concert on a rainy Father's Day (of all days) in a fairly empty club in that famous folk mecca, South Beach (Miami Beach).
There were maybe 40 people (including staff) in the audience and I know for a fact most of those were comps because we had gotten a frantic call from a friend who booked the show asking if we would come and how many people we could bring. The rain drops falling outside were literally the size of quarters and we'd gotten SOAKED walking from the car to the club.
Things were light and campy for about the first third of the show and the rascal changed gears on us. It started with this intensely personal song about hitting his daughter Martha and just got darker and darker. Seems he had just become a dad for the third time and was having deep misgivings about it. It was the most disquieting, disturbing, sad performance I have ever seen. It was like watching someone picking at stitches. It was so uncomfortable I hid in the bathroom for about 15 minutes.