Steve Miller Band

Disown him all you want, but if you’re between the ages of 35 and 50, Steve Miller was your high school soundtrack. Roll up the windows if “Rockin’ Me Baby” comes on as you traverse the city’s snottier enclaves, you know you’re fuckin’ singin’ along—there’s just no fighting it. Miller won’t have that problem at Chateau Ste. Michelle. There, there will be no ironic worship, just hero worship and picnic baskets. But if Miller pulls the sort of stunt he pulled at Bumbershoot 2006, by all means, walk out. That stunt: Playing half a dozen totally self-indulgent blues tracks before launching into “Fly Like an Eagle.” And then he had the only black member of his band rap a verse, as though his predominantly white fan base had just discovered the existence of rap and this lone brother was some sort of talking museum exhibit. It was one of the most cringe-worthy moments in Memorial Stadium history; let’s hope history doesn’t repeat itself in Woodinville. MIKE SEELY

Wed., July 14, 7 p.m., 2010

 
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