You guys. David Wax Museum are back in Pittsburgh tomorrow night for a show at Club Cafe. Yes, the Boston-based band with the donkey jawbone will be playing at everyone's favorite PGH venue. Here's a track which epitomizes their Mexo-Americana stylings with an English-language version of a traditional Mexican folk song:
Be sure to check this track and others in their Daytrotter session. Be sure to check some other sweet performances which are floating around the interwebs, like this NPR Tiny Desk Concert which opens with this tune:
And most of all, be sure to be at Club Cafe tomorrow night at 8 (7 Central).
"...your careless heart invites me in, just to see me go..."
(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..."
So I didn't make it to their show tonight here in Pittsburgh, but I still listened to a little Bear Cub earlier today while cruising around with my boys. Jesse Hall followed a girl from his hometown (guess where that was?) to Texas, got his heart broken, and out of that experience came a bunch of good songs. This one may not have a lot to do with the girl, but it's a fun melody and a cautionary tale of the evils of tequila (at least in excess!) Actually saw this song reviewed as being a little reminiscent of a Bright Eyes style...
"...until a man I've never met claims I'm in his seat and he'll let me keep my life if I buy him a drink but I don't even blink, I start swingin' fast and clean...
...but then I woke in a hospital with a broken nose in good ol' Mexico The doctor said, 'You're lucky you're not dead...'..."
