Josh Ritter show last night in Baltimore. Really amazing. His band has gotten even bigger--huge swinging grooves swelling up under what are essentially folk songs. And he now has so many songs, so many words to know, and just stands at the mic and pours them out in torrents. It's an experience of being near the Source, and you leave looking at things--especially clouds and trees and wind--as more news from the Source. Everything comes out and takes shape for a while.
Looking around the audience, thinking about who I saw in DC last year. There are now young finance guys chatting about old-school video games they can now get as iphone apps, and there are more teen girls with their palms held to the lights. A few hungry swimmers like me, of course looking reverent and studious. And more than a few shining faces waiting for lines that are close to motherlanguage for them, although they might not think of it that way--faces that wait and then sit in the sweet downbeat of a moment, and maybe look thoughtful for a second and then let the next phrase and the next take them to places they've forgotten again.
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