The revival of the venerable Newport Folk Festival continued with a very strong roster of artists this year that expanded once again the boundaries of what is “folk music.” Folk purists – the kind of people who booed Dylan when he went electric at the 1965 festival (this year was the 50th anniversary of that iconic set) – would probably have seen their heads explode if they caught My Morning Jacket’s surprise set on first night of this year’s gathering.
The great thing about a small venue like the Bluebird is you can literally feel the music. You can feel the floor shaking to the beat as people dance and jump about. You can feel the bass and kick drum in your chest. You can talk to the artist on stage, and they'll talk back. It's an intimate experience, which is a good thing for a band like Lucero.
Karma dictates that you get what you give; if this is the case, Langhorne Slim & The Law’s performance at the Boulder Theater is a prime example, where the band and crowd seemed to reciprocally pour all their energy into each other. The result was a ubiquitous good time guided by our fearless leaders’ winning combination of talent and unbridled enthusiasm. Langhorne Slim is ba
There’s something homey feeling about the idea of a man sitting out on his porch as the sun sets, plucking away at his guitar as he moves forward and back in a rocking chair. And it was just that image and sensation that Langhorne Slim brought to the stage, rocking chair and all, as he sang his songs of love lost and love found to an audience more than eager to share in his musical story telling.