My review of the best concert of 2010 will appear on the front page of antiMusic tomorrow. My apologies for the lack of updates as of late, but I've had to focus on life a little more attentively.
Here's a small sample of the review. I won't unveil the show or artist until tomorrow, but here is a hint.
This is the type of tour artists of stature spend years talking about, but almost never do. Even when acts take the plunge going back to theaters, the results is sometimes less than satisfying (R.E.M. and Neil Young come to mind). Few are brave enough to perform in halls this small (out of fear of revenue loss) and others fail to properly execute a show that does their catalog justice.The theater allowed the audience to get up close and personal with these songs as if they have known them their whole life. Instead of being cast off as mere throwaways, they can delicately digest them and wrap themselves around them in ways that are not possible in an arena or amphitheater.
While Martin Scorsese has made a career capturing a wildly eccentric characters who are guilt ridden seeking salvation ranging from Charlie in Mean Streets to Jake LaMotta in Raging Bull to Frank Pierce in Bringing Out the Dead to Billy Costigan in The Departed, **** **** has weaved tales about American fools who bought into the American dream only to realize they were sold a lie.****’s stories may take place in a more rural setting far away from the streets, but they are every bit as detailed and divine. He takes you inside our homes to the kitchen tables where bills are discussed, tears are shed and dreams are diminished. This voice was alive and well on the concert stage as he evoked stark images you couldn’t shake from your psyche. On his current concert tour, these tears are wet, the kitchen tables are old and the struggles are realistic.
Go here on Friday 12/17 to find out.
