Glad you dug it. I sprung it, unannounced, on a buddy. an old road-dog who's done time w/Robby Bland & Johnny Taylor, on a road trip to Houston the other day. The first few tunes, he was kinda noncommittal, but pretty soon he was like, "Who ARE thes motherf***ers?". By the time it was over, he was totally diging it.
We both were taken by how hard-working the whole act was, how you were left with the impression that things like "having a bad night", "not feeling it tonight", etc. were just not an option in this universe. The music was your job, and you took your job seriously, and you dug doing it, because what's likely the alternative? A lesson for us all, especially these days, when the temptation to fade away in the face of general audience indifference is perhaps stronger than its ever been. These cats refused to be ignored!
Also taken note of was how tight the whole show was. The backing band is just a quartet, but most all the tunes are arranged like a '50s Basie chart, and they swing just as hard. No generic "rhythm section plays time and sax player noodles in the background". This shit was tight. And lord have mercy does it swing! Proof yet again, as if any was needed, that the old adage about ain't what you do, etc. is one of those eternal truths that we ignore at our own peril.