Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Iron & Whining
Lying on warm grass, watching the sun set and the moon rise, on a balmy summer evening it might’ve been different.
You might wonder: "What could go wrong with a pedal steel guitar and a limitless array of percussion?"
As it was, listening to an extended alt-funk version of almost every song, in a freezing Ritz Ballroom, while being subjected to the unfunny, not even coherent enough to be heckling, input of a couple of pissed up fuckwits began to pall.
Please Sam, next time just sing!
In The Reins - Iron & Wine/Calexico