From Dan
Last Saturday night I was blown away by Sturgill Simpson! I'd never been to one of his concerts and this was a real treat.
The first thing I noticed was the high percentage of men that were present. It was 75/25 I'll bet. I can see why: on the surface and on a more superficial level, Sturgill comes at you as a tall, broad shouldered, ex-military man's man. He's cloaked in double denim, has serious chops as a guitarist, and sings with a low Kentucky drawl.
All of these characteristics serve his true nature as a trojan horse.
Once you've let Sturgill in the gates - you notice the pure emotion, sensitivity, and vulnerability in the music. For many men in the crowd, we get to express ourselves in that way by being there to witness him express himself. He helps us do it. Of course, that's one of the most sacred things about live music.
Sturgill's voice has an oceanic depth - it sounds haunted, and old, like the ringing of a country church bell. The lyrics and turns of phrase are often hiding behind all that. For many songs, you just have to go look them up to connect with his writing.
Throughout Saturday night, I heard synchronized toe tapping coming from cowboy boots and sneakers alike. I saw cowboy hats, flat bills, and well-manicured quaffs. I saw well-to-do, well adorned, straight shooters, and I saw psychedelic spinners. He calls on all kinds.
Song highlights for me - two originals called "Mint Tea" and "Jupiter's Faerie" both off of his new album Passage du Desir. The cover of "Midnight Rider" by the Allman Brothers simply transported me.