(juuuuust under the wire on Pacific Standard Time, thanks to midnight (EST) hockey and uber slow YouTube uploading before I had to leave...)
It's a rare and beautiful thing when you go to a show to see one artist, and another artist on the bill blows you away. Not to take anything away from local bluegrass-core outfit Big Snow Big Thaw, because they were the reason I was there and their set was great, but Jeffrey Foucault just floored us. (Well, except for a few folks loudly talking in the back of Club Cafe... jags.) Just a man, a sweet guitar, and a ridiculous beard (oh, and a legit hat), but what a show he put on tonight.
Something about Arizona makes for good songwriting... here's a taste of what went down:
And here's a "live in studio" performance (with slightly better audio than my video above):
"And the sun gone down
In the pale thin pink
There's no one to talk to
All I can think
Is your eyes are full of train smoke
And your mouth tastes like rain
And I know when I know nothing
I will always know your name..."
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