There were a few warm, soul-stirring moments. Like when his parents showed up, when they should've already been at their winter hideaway in Arizona. Or when he and the band brazenly opened with Bob Marley's "Three Little Birds" ("Don't worry about a thing...").
And then there were some irreverent and even crass bits. Like when I asked if he's "nuts" for returning so quickly ("No, just one nut"). Or when he warned the crowd about his, um, delicate situation.
"I don't know if I'll be crawling over any bars tonight or jumping out into the audience," he said onstage, a yellow wristband conspicuously dangling near the microphone. "I don't want any girls trying to cop a feel for 'the one.'"
As you can probably tell, last week's triumphant -- and perhaps just a wee bit maniacal -- return to the stage by Brian (G.B.) Leighton was hardly a solemn affair. The guy who makes a five-gig workweek seem as effortless as chewing doughnuts also made his bout with testicular cancer look easy. Call him the Lance Armstrong of rock 'n' roll.
Leighton returned to his regularly scheduled Wednesday program at Bunkers last week, just eight days after getting a tumor cut out, and only nine days since finding out for sure that he had cancer.
"People ask me if I was scared or freaking out, but I really didn't even have time for that," he said. "That's what's so scary about this kind of cancer. I felt no pain. That's why you guys really got to check those puppies out, because you never know."
Doctors will be testing his blood for the next few weeks, but for now, things look good. Not that he's waiting around to find out for sure. From here on out, Leighton plans to keep up his usual routine, including: gigs every Friday and Saturday on different ends of the metro area; the bimonthly shows at his namesake bar in Fridley (G.B. Leighton's Pickle Park); the random out-of-town gig, and, of course, the Wednesday shows in downtown Minneapolis.
Talking an hour before showtime out on Bunkers' back patio, Leighton was lying low to save energy and avoid the attention inside the club.