The Wilbur Theater is definitely not the venue for music, if this first concert I've heard there is any indication. As the title says, it was a murk of drums, bass and lead guitar. I saw a mandolin up there, but I never actually got to hear it. I was in front, under the box seats, and that made it even worse.
As for Leon, he's a legend and one of my favorites, which is why I spent a lot of money to see him. But he's old and sick, and his voice -- which was unique but not great -- is almost undifferentiated. I think he played one of his old greats, but I can't be sure. It didn't help that he banged away on a tinny organ and not a real piano. He tried his best, though, and I appreciate it. He is a great, soulful, talented, charming musician and definitely deserved his induction into the Music Hall of Fame. Even knowing this would probably be my last time seeing him (the first time in the 1970s, and you can imagine how great that was), I still left early. Sigh.