It's a bizarre success story too. Columbia didn't want to release it as it was as the bigwigs felt it came across as a collection of demos, not in keeping with what was selling at the time at all. They ended up taking a punt on it and it flew off the shelves. It's a superb album, but a storytelling concept album only half full of Nelson's own songs isn't something you'd expect the masses to go cra-zy for. It went double platinum.
The standing crowd weren't really moving and the balcony crew seemed to be playing musical chairs. Never seen so many people up and down during a headline set. Ah well, the band tore into some of the heavier numbers, seemed to suit the album he's touring.
I was whooping and hollering with my arms in the air, probably pissing those around me off no end, but hopefully the band enjoyed seeing someone letting loose as, yeah, I turned around a few points and it was just a sea of people stood still.
I’m supposed to be seeing Brandy Clark tomorrow night and I’m still fucking riddled with the cold. If I don’t feel well enough tomorrow night I’m gonna be really annoyed.
Sturg ripped tonight. As with the album, a liiiiiiiiiiiitle too much fretboard fondling for my tastes but I still came away highly satisfied. The triple set of couples to our left that spent the whole fucking set chatting and catching up with one another really fucked with me though. Hate that shite. I've shot enough death stares tonight to last me a lifetime.
Ah, that sucks. Can't take them myself for obvious reasons but can co-sign on her being one of the best of the modern crop of songwriters. She knows how to write with the feels, first album is excellent.
Yeah, I posted upbeat tracks there, but she knows the blues pretty intimately. The one about losing her Dad punches me in the gut every time I hear it.