Two different scheduled appearances by The Babies in Brooklyn were set up for Wednesday but just one went off and it was fantastic.  Before a near-capacity crowd at Union Pool in Williamsburg, The Babies played a 40-minute set highlighted by a searing version of “Moonlight Mile,” the first single off the band’s much-anticipated forthcoming record.

The Babies had planned to play a separate set earlier in the evening just down Union Street at McCarren Park as part of the weekly Summerscreen series organized by Todd P.  A nasty succession of storms in three waves scrapped that event, however.  A tweet sent by Todd P at 4:02 PM announced the cancellation.  That was a good call.  The storm that rumbled through two hours before The Babies were to go on flooded streets and flat spaces.  A safe stage load-on would have been difficult.  Turns out another heavy storm passed at the time The Babies were to be playing, making the decision to cancel a sound one.  Considering the precious value of the instruments involved (not to mention their connection to electricity), some of these outdoor shows can expose acts to property and personal risk.  While it’s extra fun seeing a band outdoors, it’s impossible to know ahead of time what the weather will be like.  Unless of course, you’re in Big Sur.

I had never been to Union Pool for a show before.  I had hung out with friends at the bar’s heated outdoor deck on a cold fall night a few years ago but had not seen a band play there.  I didn’t realize the performance room was tucked away off a hallway connected to the outdoor area.  Admission to the show was eight bucks.  Twelve-ounce Bud cans at Union Pool’s main bar are sold for $5 a pair.  By the time I entered the music space, it was pretty full.  A large open pocket of space up by the stage made it appear more crowded than it was.  A couple minutes in, Kevin Morby of the Babies urged shy fans responsible for the void up front  to step closer to the stage.  It didn’t work.  Near the room‘s rear, I got stuck next to a guy wearing a backward ball cap who spoke loudly to his girlfriend during the first two-thirds of the show.  It was only when the Babies played Moonlight Mile that the guy shut up.  There was so much extra oomph in that song, the whole place seemed wowed.  Even the guy in the backwards cap.

Jarvis Taveniere of Woods filled in on bass for Brian Schleyer at this show.  It was a pleasant surprise to see him up there.

I’m bad at predicting such things, but the new Babies record should be warmly received.  Whoever or whatever helps propel success of a new release is a much narrower force these days.  Pitchfork’s review of the first record was hideously unfair.  XMU is said to be spinning the new cut.  WNYU will most certainly play songs from the new record.  Crowd sizes at Babies gigs here in New York the last year or so have been pretty good.  Who knows.

I thought it was interesting that the band took exception to a New Yorker blurb that touted the band’s July 25, 2012 show at Public Assembly.  Appearing in the same issue as David Remnick’s excellent profile of Bruce Springsteen, the New Yorker referred to the Babies as “an all-star side project.”  After five days on the newsstand, The Babies (presumably written by Cassie Ramone) issued a retort on the band’s Facebook page.  “WE ARE NOT A SIDE PROJECT,” was the loud and clear statement that garnered “likes” by 187 fans and counting.

Wednesday’s show ended with the traditional closer “Caroline.”  Jeremy Earl and Alex Bleeker were among those in attendance.  The set’s only glitch was a non-responsive effects pedal that Morby twice had to lean down and tinker with.  I didn’t stick around for the headliner Deep Time.  When I entered the G train at Metropolitan, lots of people wearing Ecuadorian soccer jerseys  were making the transfer to the Brooklyn-bound L.  Ecuador’s national team shut out Chile in Queens on Wednesday evening.  An entertaining bluegrass duet played on the hot and smelly Brooklyn-bound G train platform.  I was back home in no time using the G to the E.

Because of the afternoon rainout of the park show, I was able to catch the final three innings of King Felix’s perfecto.  The MLB Network broke into coverage of Giants/Nats and gave us the Mariners television feed of the final nine outs.  I also listened to Rick Rizzs on KIRO-AM via satellite radio.  His call of the final out can be heard by clicking below.

The game’s home plate umpire Rob Drake has thirteen years in the bigs and had never been behind the dish for a no-hitter.  His zone was wide the final three frames but not unreasonably so.  With two out top seven, Drake called a strike on the first pitch to Tampa’s Matt Joyce.  It was a tad outside.  Rays skipper Joe Maddon went nuts and got tossed.  It appeared to be gamesmanship.  Maddon lingered on the field for a solid three minutes before exiting.  I thought the extended lull would mess with Felix’s rhythm or mental state but it turned out he only got stronger.  He struck out five of the game’s final six batters.

The television pictures were crisp thanks to bright sunshine in Seattle.  There were tons of empty seats but fans filled a special “King’s Court” section near the left-field foul pole.  Every time Felix pitches, section 150 is set aside as the King’s Court and those seated in that section wear special yellow King t-shirts and hold up King placards.  This looks like fun and may serve as a model for other clubs with star pitchers.

-The owner of the great Woodside, Queens tavern Donovan’s is looking to sell both the business and the building that houses it.  Known city-wide for its hamburger, Donovan’s has been a reliable place to get a cold beer or stiff drink.  It’s just steps away from the 61st St. 7 train stop.  Pub manager Jack Donovan tells NY1’s Jon Weinstein that his brother Joe wants to retire and free himself from the responsibility of running a business that’s been open since 1966.  The posted sale price on Donovan’s according to Weinstein is  $3.2 million.  The obvious question here is whether the new owner would keep Donovan’s in its current form or do something else with the property.

-Joe Biden would be wise to avoid use of the “chains” metaphor in future attacks on Romney/Ryan.  I was pretty surprised President Obama didn’t quickly renounce Biden’s off-script slip.  While Biden’s delivery of a speech on topics he’s passionate about is worthy of praise, there’s obviously a problem with his restraint mechanism sometimes.

My favorite rock and roll band played on home turf Wednesday and delivered a fantastic 40-minute set as the evening’s headliner at Glasslands in Williamsburg.

The Babies are sitting on lots of new songs and have been rolling them out steadily during pretty regular appearances at local venues.

With an attentive, decent-sized number of people on hand, the understated front man Kevin Morby greeted the crowd after a couple of numbers with a question he often asks early in a Babies set.   “How’s it sound?” he said.

It sounded great of course, although Morby was asking more specifically about the technical aspects of the what was being controlled by the sound board.  He received a half dozen different answers.  Some were contradictory.  Morby smiled.

On the great yet-to-be-released tune “Get Lost,” Morby uncorks a riveting vocal sequence that builds to a dramatic high-pitched yelp.  It knocks my socks off every time I hear it and is reminiscent of early rollicking Dylan.  With his electric strapped high, Morby half-twirls out of playing mode and stares sternly into the audience:  “Why are you walking so slow?  Why do you always walk so slow?  I gotta go…somewhere soooon.  And I hope…I’ll be going there with youuuu.  Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh.  O’oeyw!”  (intense squeal).

The Brooklyn trio Nude Beach preceded The Babies and also played about 40 minutes.  These young guys are quickly building a following.  You hear Petty, Springsteen, and a lot of Old Pike influence when they play their fun ones.  Their signature tune “Walkin’ Down My Street” has remarkable similarity to Sherry Darling.

Nude Beach drummer Ryan Naideau adds backing vocals in spots and is fun to watch.  He’s a big guy with a beard and he really goes after his kit.

I walked into Glasslands at about 10:15 PM.  Television’s Marquee Moon was spinning between sets.

Refrigerated 12-oz. Bud cans were $4 each.  The lone bartender handled between-set rushes on the elevated serving platform with speed and a smile.

I scribbled down scheduled stop times for the Bedford bus before I left for the show and noticed one was coming about five minutes after The Babies wrapped up at about ten minutes after midnight.  I was anything but a slow walker to reach Bedford and sure enough, the bus arrived just as I reached the stop.  The wait for a local train at desolate Queens Plaza was a solid fifteen minutes.

The next fun event on this ten-day staycation comes Saturday at beautiful Belmont Park where I’ll Have Another will attempt to win horse racing’s elusive triple crown.  I’ll join the gang in section 3T.

Not since Affirmed in 1978 has a horse won the crown (Kentucky Derby, Preakness and Belmont). In the 34 years subsequent, 11 horses have won the first two legs of the crown only to fail in the Belmont.

I’ll Have Another faces the same problem that prompted the other 11 to come up short.  Having run two taxing races in five weeks, it’s difficult for the fragile thoroughbred to find stamina to run a mile and a half fast enough to defeat fresher competitors who sat out earlier crown races.  Both Union Rags and Dullahan sat out the Preakness and are considered the two top threats to I’ll Have Another’s crown bid.

The extreme difficulty of the feat makes I’ll Have Another’s effort to attain it an exciting prospect.  A crowd of 100-thousand is possible at the 107-year-old race track on the border of Queens and Long Island.

The equine nasal strip positioned on I’ll Have Another’s snout (above his nostrils) for the Preakness and Derby will not be allowed for his Belmont run.  The New York Racing Association forbids the breathing aid on race entrants and you wonder if Another’s nasal passages will feel the difference.  If ever there was a horse race where maximum air flow into the lungs is helpful, it’s the mile and a half distance of the Belmont Stakes.

I’ll root for history but my betting slips will be driven by the belief that I’ll Have Another will tire well before the finish line.

Your TSR Belmont trifecta looks like this:

Dullahan

Street Life

Union Rags