You say it’s your birthday

A touch of controversy today, which starts innocuously enough with an email from Hayley: February 9, 2013 — saw you at the Michigan Theater in Ann Arbor. It was my 31st birthday and my 10-year-old stepdaughter’s first concert. We met Ira at the merch table. I was giddy, my stepdaughter was at a loss for words.

OK, we’re not here to tell Hayley or anyone else when her birthday is or isn’t, but we can say with certainty that we were not in Ann Arbor on February 9.  It was the 8th.  A long show — two sets, two encores (and a total of three Kinks covers)—even so, probably wrapped up before midnight.   Three years earlier — fresh off a long, International Date Line-crossing flight, so who knows, maybe I’m the one confused about this one — we performed in Auckland.  The thermometer that could determine the temperature inside has yet to be invented (maybe that’s why the bass amp went out twice during “Here to Fall”) and we had a great time.  Robert Scott opened, and sang “Secret Place” with us during the encore.  Yeah yeah yeah!