Greg Brown
Mar. 22nd, 2007 07:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twirlgrrlI saw Greg Brown last night at the Freight and Salvage. So awesome. If you are at all able to appreciate folk, blues, singer/songwriters, Americana, guitars, deep bass voices... (those are all and/ors) GO SEE HIM! If you like him, see him often. Every show is different.
The Freight and Salvage is wonderful. 238 seats per the fire marshall, black-painted barnlike interior, hung with white Christmas lights... and people actually shut up and LISTEN to the music there. That seems to be so rare nowadays--are there many places that you know of where you can go to see a folk musician, just one person and his/her guitar, and not hear a buzz of chatter all around you? I love the quiet, intent listening that goes on at the Freight, with nodding of heads and tapping of toes, then the explosion of whoops and applause when the song ends. I am such a freaking folkie.
Bo Ramsey opened, and played with Greg Brown as usual. I watched them sway and nod as they played: Greg all solid and meaty, ruddy, relaxed and powerful as he strummed the rhythm and bit off and chewed each word, and Bo all stringy and taut, squeezing and pinching notes out of his guitar, teetering on tiptoes, pale under his stiff cowboy hat. I especially like songs that are deep and heartfelt, yet vague enough to ascribe one's own personal meaning to. Greg Brown is a master lyricist. I sank into each song and the world fell away, leaving me to picture pressing my cheek against my lover's cheek, burying my face in his neck, forgetting all that stands between us and simply, purely giving myself to him.
So yeah. I missed Evan the whole time.
Go see Greg Brown!
The Freight and Salvage is wonderful. 238 seats per the fire marshall, black-painted barnlike interior, hung with white Christmas lights... and people actually shut up and LISTEN to the music there. That seems to be so rare nowadays--are there many places that you know of where you can go to see a folk musician, just one person and his/her guitar, and not hear a buzz of chatter all around you? I love the quiet, intent listening that goes on at the Freight, with nodding of heads and tapping of toes, then the explosion of whoops and applause when the song ends. I am such a freaking folkie.
Bo Ramsey opened, and played with Greg Brown as usual. I watched them sway and nod as they played: Greg all solid and meaty, ruddy, relaxed and powerful as he strummed the rhythm and bit off and chewed each word, and Bo all stringy and taut, squeezing and pinching notes out of his guitar, teetering on tiptoes, pale under his stiff cowboy hat. I especially like songs that are deep and heartfelt, yet vague enough to ascribe one's own personal meaning to. Greg Brown is a master lyricist. I sank into each song and the world fell away, leaving me to picture pressing my cheek against my lover's cheek, burying my face in his neck, forgetting all that stands between us and simply, purely giving myself to him.
So yeah. I missed Evan the whole time.
Go see Greg Brown!
