Part of the waiting time was consumed listening to nearby chatter, with particular attention to a muscular young bloke carrying a guitar body, a Johnny Depp look-alike and his Pacific Islander mate, who were exchanging Derek Trucks sightings, Guitar Bloke having managed to obtain a signature on the back of the axe, and Depp Dude having been sitting in a coffee shop when a certain ponytailed guitarist asked for the name of a good place to eat.
Both had been carrying cameras, and neither had thought to get a photo, though both reckoned D. Trucks Esquire seemed to be a very pleasant and down to earth bloke.
He might have been down to earth, but with a delay in opening the theatre doors, when the Trucks party disgorged from Bank's Thai he was forced to make a lengthy detour to the back of the Enmore If he wanted to avoid a substantial crowd on the footpath.
Eventually, however, the doors opened, and once inside it was a case of checking the merchandise table (after, of course, getting my hands on a beer) but, as had been the case with the Costello concert, what was on offer was rather disappointing.
They still seemed to be doing a fairly brisk trade, but I already owned the complete Derek Trucks discography, the forthcoming Revelator album isn't out for another month, and the three t-shirts on offer were, in the words of Guitar Bloke, the sort of thing you'd be disinclined to spend ten dollars on, so the thirty they were asking was well and truly out of the question.
I'd spotted a guy sporting an Allman Brothers Beacon Run t-shirt a while beforehand, and had anything in the booth matched the visual splendour of that little number I'd willingly have outlaid the shekels.
From that point there wasn't much we could do but head up to find our seats and wait in considerable, but not quite breathless, anticipation for a concert that didn't disappoint in most departments, but the sound (as noted in the review) could have been better in the vocal department.
Half time found me back in the foyer, chasing beer and exchanging notes with the security bloke we'd chatted to before the doors opened, who suggested Robert Randolph would be sitting in with the Tedeschi Trucks Band, an eventuality that failed to eventuate, though an unexpected appearance by Warren Haynes was a pleasant surprise.