A bit late, but here's an excerpt from a write-up by Bob Lefsetz via his listserv:
"And after the [Buffalo] Springfield there was Poco. Where [Furay] gave Timothy B. Schmit a chance after Jim Messina exited the band. Last night Timothy B. said he was worried it wouldn't work out, but upstairs at the Troub, in one of the old dressing rooms, Richie told Timothy B. not to worry, he'd chosen him, he was the guy.
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As for the second set, "Deliverin'"...
We couldn't afford many albums. But those we bought we knew by heart, we played them over and over again. So those in attendance were all singing along, as Richie and crew ripped through the numbers with an exuberance most twenty year olds don't display.
And when he hit "Hear That Music," penned and sung by Timothy B...
The man with the now long gray hair emerged from the wings with a lyric sheet...
I thought this would be substandard, a joke, some flubbed lines.
Some songs are forever, some are part of the passage to what comes next, even though hard core fans know them all.
Timothy B. had forgotten it, but when he stepped up to the mic it was 1971 all over again. His voice was crystal clear and he missed not a line. How Richie and Timothy can still hit the notes, sound like their young selves in their seventies, I do not know, but they do.
And the funny thing is even Jim Messina's number "You Better Think Twice" was a winner. It's been in my head all morning.
But when the show was over, after the applause continued, the band came out with Timothy B. for one more number.
Funny how the energy's still there. How when we hear this music it doesn't feel like nostalgia, but part of a long continuum. Funny how being at a show can be the same, sans seats of course. We used to take our music seriously, maybe standing is cool for punk shows, then again, these sexagenarians bravely stood throughout. It's just that our music was not background, not light and poppy and forgettable, but everything. It was the sauce that made life worth living and our records were our most prized possessions. We didn't go to the show to hang with our buddies and shoot selfies, but to connect with the gods on stage, as we closed our eyes and drifted away.
So Richie and crew were bringing us back down home where the folks are happy.
And when Richie and Timothy strode to the mics for the final number...they sang Poco's "A Good Feelin' To Know."
And it was."