On Saturday night, Levitt Pavilion at MacArthur Park was gradually melting into dark as Jimmy Webb took the stage a little after 8 p.m. and sat before a grand piano. 

The personable, chatty songwriter greeted the crowd, many of whom were sitting on blankets or lawn chairs, and over nearly a dozen songs sang of long-gone love standing on the shores of Galveston, of highwaymen, sailors, dam builders and starship pilots, and excursions headed up (up and away) in his (beautiful) balloon. 

In between, the longtime Angeleno since relocated to New York, told stories like he was sitting in a living room among friends.

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