The second of two night at The Birchmere. $110 a pop for tickets and worth every cent. No intro, just two guys ambling on stage with a couple of guitars each.
They clearly like each other; the between-songs chat was unforced, funny and warm, bringing the audience in to the dynamic as opposed to being performed at.
The music? Oh. Yes. That. I’ve historically been ‘meh’ on Lyle Lovett – I really went to this for John Hiatt. But I’ve been converted. He doesn’t have a great voice, but it’s great for his material. Nothing strained, and perfect for the songs.
But John Hiatt…If you get the chance, see him in a venue like this. A few hundred, seated, in a smallish setting. He wraps the song around you and the guitar playing, while not flashy or demonstrative, was really good and played the servant to his lyrics.
If they are near you, and you like country/Americana, go see them. if you don’t like it I’ll pay for your ticket. THAT’S how good they were.
You would recognize yourselves.
It made me think..
Quality is quality, and acoustic with a guitar leaves you nowhere to hide. if you’re bad, you’ll get found out. If you’re good, you’ll shine.