When we did our Music Farm cover story last March, previous to the previous owner Yates Dew replied, when asked what the Farm needed, “Some love.”

It got it.  Last Sunday’s opening night show, The Avett Brothers, was as all around perfect as could be. The band played a phenomenal set, starting promptly at 9:15 and building the crowd into raucous frenzies with songs like “Die, die, die,” then bringing us back down with harmonies and Joe Kwon’s melodic cello. It was an ideal two-hour set, made all the better by the classy digs they played in.

The Farm has (red) carpet. The beautiful wood of the ceiling is now fully visible. The soundboard was moved over, opening up space and flow in the middle of the room. I didn’t hear any difference in the sound quality, but I didn’t have any complaints. You could hear a full sound everywhere, and you could also hear to say hello to friends (I’m sure the carpets help with the echo.)

And the bathrooms . . . they feel like you’re stepping into the WC in the lobby of the Westin Hotel. AT THE FARM. After years of the men’s room tempting drunken pissers with a hole in the wall where a urinal should be, they should have set the new toilets up on the stage for a photo op.

One of the most surprising changes was the new crew. No love lost to departing manager Jimbo Webb, but the Farm staff have always struck me like oafs in rehab for recovering Blackwater soldiers jacked up on juice. The door staff on Sunday was actually friendly. The bartenders smiled. And it wasn’t hard to get a drink. They added a bar in the back corner, and another on the dance floor.

Never again will I criticize bands like Old Crow or the Avetts for booking the Farm, when I wish they’d played at the Music Hall. Now we have the best of both worlds. A top notch venue that’s pleasant to be in, but where old fogeys won’t hassle you to sit down when you want to dance.

Let’s keep it clean.