We saw Gillian Welch and David Rawlings last night at Town Hall (me, mikeskliar, and our friends Seth and John), opening for Bright Eyes, in a truly impressive show. They, of course, were amazing, but Bright Eyes blew me away. A huge band, at least ten people, all dressed in white, very loud, but very tight and very melodic. Oberst’s songwriting is outstanding and the arrangements were testimony to how much you can do to acoustic folk melodies.
But as good as it was, Monday night was secondary to Sunday night. Mike called me at the last minute and said that Gillian and David were doing an “unnamed music and comedy show” at PS 122 in the East Village. This is a small black-box theater and we had front-row seats; I didn’t take that many photos because David Rawlings could hear the shutter clicking. Which was fine, because I was too busy trying to understand what the hell he was doing on the guitar.