What’s it take to get the big band (17 of them) on the road? Two buses? Three buses? Does Lyle manage the money and the paychecks like the band-leaders of yesteryear? These were the things I was thinking as Terry and I watched the show at the edge of Lake Union. It’s a funny thing to watch Lyle’s sorta-dance wiggle. I’d like it if he’d try his hand as a full western swing album. The band is certainly up to it. I always forget how much I love his music until I listen to it again. He is swell as he breaks your heart with some big Texas ache.