An old review of a night out listening to a guitar player

" Netson's performance was fluid and comforting. His songs  felt worn but not worn out. Worn like an old preacher's bible or perfect pair of denim jeans.  Beholding the original front man of Boise's psychedelic underground play his guitar as a relaxed elder statesman is a gift and a testimonial to gratitude.  Watching the caustic gunslinger coax his instrument into direction is more of a conversation than it is an argument now, its genuine nature palpable and open to interpretation. 

I didn't stay for much of the 'headlining' act. The contrary and dissonant beginnings of Michael Scheidt's set compared to Netson were perhaps a bit too distant. I enjoy Scheidt's work, but paired with the preamble, the recital came off as a bit contrived. Obviously that's an opinion best left off the menu because this author is necessarily biased. Watching the Yob front man undertake Netson's display of craft was that of understanding and great respect. Witnessing wizards with wonder. 

All things considered or ignored, the night was wonderful. Old friends met and remembered why they were friends. New foundations were laid to become new friendships. Connections through note and tone, time honed and worn well. Amen to the guitar! All hail the mighty riff. May it bury us all someday. "