The show was very good. I prefer Rufus playing solo over him with a band. While I love his arrangements, the key to the Rufus experience is his voice, which is showcased in solo shows. It's a bit hard to describe, but his voice has the power to grip a room and make everyone sit perfectly still so as to be properly attentive. It's captivating. "I'm Not Ready to Love" was a highlight, as well as the busting out of "Dinner at Eight," which I hadn't seen him play in a few years and was the holy shit moment of the night. He also pulled out 11:11, although he flubbed some of the best lyrics. That was symptomatic of the small problem with the show - he seemed a bit out of it (he said he had just gotten in from Aspen, and that he was adjusting from the altitude) and wasn't quite as sharp as he is at his best. Still worth the trip to Jersey.
Funny moment at the end - the show ended right at 10:30, and there was a 10:34 train out of New Brunswick. I and half a dozen other desperate New Yorkers decided to spring the five blocks to the train station, making the train with about 30 seconds to spare. Never underestimate the desperation of New Yorkers to get out of Jersey.
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