I just got back from the Chris Smither show at the Iron Horse, where I was joined by caulay, ahf, nihilistic_kid, ashacat, and buymeaclue. And unless they were lying to me, a good time was had by all.
There was no opening act; Smither brought David "Goody" Goodrich along as his guitarist, and there was some nice bottlenecking, now and again, along with an assortment of weird guitars, including a Dobro or something much like one.
They did a very nice job indeed. At times, actually, I felt like I was intruding, because the musicians were getting so wrapped up in their music that they'd seem a little startled when they noticed they had an audience.
Smither, if you don't know, plays a particular kind of sharp, wry, snappy, mostly acoustic blues that makes me very happy.
Open Up Your Heart
Origin of Species
(Banter: "I'm older now, so it's much more sophisticated whining.")
Shillin' for the Blues
Crocodile Man (Dave Carter)
(at this point, the Bear was happy. Because all five songs I was most hoping to hear had already been played.)
No Love Today
In the end no one will sell you what you need,
You can't buy it off the shelf,
You got to grow it from the seed.
Never Needed It More
Visions of Johanna (Bob Dylan)
My freedom will be measured by the lengths to which I disobey.
Killing the Blues
The easy things are hard to learn.
Leave the Light On
And if they hurt, there's a bullet left to bite on.
The encore was "Cave Man"
Smither's hair is so black it's kind of creepy-looking.