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The Nightwatchman giveth, and he taketh away. With a pained expression.
Opening for Tom Morello's faux-folk-but-still-kinda-really-good project The Nightwatchman was Thrice singer Dustin Kensrue.
He wasn't bad.
Covers of Cold War Kids and Nebraska-era Springsteen showed he didn't have emocore tunnelvision, thank God. Even if it just proved his superficial music dorkery.
But maybe I'm just bitter over him making fun of my pocketwatch.
Yeah, so reaction to Mr. Morello's foray into acoustic activist folk has been mixed. Not unlike reaction to Rage Against The Machine. (I'm pretty sure people generally hated Audioslave...)
But rather than getting on the defensive, I'll simply say this much: dude was a tight performer and a phenomanal showman who knew when it was appropriate to be didactic, and when it was appropriate to be loose and fun.
Shadowplay against the stage tapestry. The lights are always low, but I love shooting at this venue.
When Morissey cancelled, it seemed like a no-brainer for me to head over to Johnny Brenda's to catch my favorite local band.
I really wish they'd get a record deal. Fighting Trees is one of the best albums I've heard this year.