CD Odyssey Disc 1790: Anna Tivel

‘Tis the season to not have enough time to get everything done, but tonight I’m making time for a music review. Not just a music review either – a coveted concert review as well! To read that just scroll down

Disc 1790 is…Living Thing

Artist: Anna Tivel

Year of Release: 2024

What’s up with the Cover? A whole lot of huggin’ Last week I received a hug from the best hugger in the world (you know who you are) so this cover is timely.

The hugs depicted here look pretty great also. Not a lot of half-assed side-hugs or awkward steepling going on. Just good clean body hugs that are firm and heartfelt, but don’t stray over the line into creepy.

How I Came To Know It: I have been a fan of Anna Tivel for a long time, dating back to 2017, so this was just me buying her new album when it came out.

How It Stacks Up: I have five Anna Tivel albums and am on the lookout for a sixth. Of the five I currently have, “Living Thing” comes in at…#5. Hey, something had to be last.

Ratings: 2 stars but almost 3

Most of my listens to “Living Thing” were in my car driving to and from work. This was not ideal, as Anna Tivel has a gentle grace, and her albums require a bit of quiet around you for best effect.

Despite the growl of engine and surrounding traffic, Anna Tivel still brought me under her spell yet again. “Living Thing” has a bit more production and “to do” than I’m used to on her records, but her thoughtful folk music still shone through in key moments. Perhaps it is singing over all the extra instrumentation, or just Tivel finding increased confidence with all those other records under her belt, but she sings here with more force and richness than on previous records.

At times I missed the predominant whisper vocals from earlier records, but this loss is offset with her showcasing just how sneaky good her voice is. Besides, there is still plenty of whispered brilliance mixed in.

Subject-wise, there aren’t as many great character studies on “Living Thing” as with previous work, replaced with a bit more straight-up philosophy. Tivel’s thesis seems to be some form of “life’s a mix of good and bad – embrace the journey”. Not overly creative, but a welcome message overall.

The best song on the album is “Disposable Camera” an up tempo (for Tivel) song that takes soft rock disco-adjacent radio from the early eighties and folk-i-fies it. I liked the effect – like if Blondie was really relaxed and singing to you in a library. In the song Tivel reminds us that life’s mysteries may never fully reveal themselves to you, and that’s OK. It isn’t particularly profound, but Tivel’s vocals have a “I’m sharing secrets” kind of tone to it that leaves you feel a bit wiser just by listening.

All of this was most welcome, but the vaguely electronica elements that intruded on other songs was unwelcome to my folk-anticipating ears. Anticipation is a bastard like that. Try as I might, I couldn’t shake my initial and insatiable desire for less.

Despite all this, the album was cruising for a three-star review when the final track took six minutes to do very little, and the part that didn’t do anything was just the sound of heavy rain on a roof. This, I could not abide and resulted in what was probably an uncharitable ranking for the otherwise always charming and thoughtful Ms. Tivel.

Best tracks: Real Things, Disposable Camera

The Concert – December 14, 2024 at the Royal Theatre, Victoria

This is not an Anna Tivel concert, per se, but it was for me. She was the first opening act during the 16^th annual Jon and Roy Christmas concert. Jon and Roy are a bit of a Victoria music institution for the past twenty years and are widely loved through the town.

Six of us attended (three couples) with each of my fellow concertgoers looking for something different. I was there for Anna Tivel, one of us wanted to hear M. Ward (the next opening act) and a couple more people were Jon and Roy fans. In the end we all got what we came for.

Anna Tivel

Anna Tivel came on stage first, her slight unassuming frame swimming in the ill-fitting but comfortable clothes her generation prefers, all the way down to white socks, no shoes.

Tivel has a quiet grace about her records, and this translated and then some into her live performance. Within a few notes she had the audience quietened down and eating out of the palm of her hand.

The guitar work was dead simple, but well played, and Tivel’s vocals came off in that quiet but powerful way that makes me a fan. Despite the simple arrangement and melody of her work, she hit a couple of surprising notes in there that were sublime.

Tivel didn’t play my favourite song of hers (that would be “Dark Chandelier”) but she did play some favourites. Notably “Riverside Hotel” about a homeless man watching a building get constructed, and a song about New York street life that I recognized but couldn’t name. Tivel didn’t say what the songs were called (I had to look up the name of “Riverside Hotel” after the show) but they still cut through the night.

As an opener to an opener Tivel only played five songs. I knew this was going to happen going in, but it was still hard to watch her part the stage so soon.

Usually I save the merch table comments to the end, but since I don’t care overmuch about the other two bands, I’ll cover it here. Tivel’s merch selection was…not great. Basically it was just her last couple of records, which I had. I was really hoping for a copy of 2014’s “Before Machines” or failing that, a t-shirt, but came up empty on both accounts. Still, a great show.

M. Ward

My favourite M. Ward music is from his partnership with Zooey Deschanel as one half of “She & Him”. Given “She & Him” had done a Christmas record, and this being a Christmas concert and all, I thought there was a chance (maybe 5%) that Zooey might show up to sing. Sadly, no.

That left me with M. Ward. I had bought his album “Post War” (reviewed way back at Disc 1121), for the song “Chinese Translation” but didn’t love the record and long ago parted with it.

But how would it go live? Turns out very well. M. Ward surprised me with his virtuosity on the guitar. Many of his songs were completely or largely instrumental, but he was so talented, and the melodies were so soothing, I never once felt like me was noodling without purpose. He also did some funky “record and loop” antics to add his own background players.

M. Ward did play “Chinese Translation” but it sounded forced and uninspired. I suspect he’s had to play that song a lot, and it may be time to retire it for a while. The Who did that for “Magic Bus”, M., and you can too.

He also played a version of Buddy Holly’s “Rave On” which I did not like (too slow/plodding) but overall it was solid.

Jon and Roy

As I mentioned earlier, Jon and Roy are a bit of a Victoria institution, and the welcome from the crowd was full throated and joyous. People were definitely amped for the experience, and despite my earlier encounters with their music being of the “didn’t dig it” variety, I was initially hopeful.

Sadly, that optimism was short lived. Jon and Roy are a mix of folk, alternative nineties rock and reggae. That should be a fun mix, but they insist on turning every promising start to a song to a sludgy jam session. I felt like I was hearing the same song over and over again.

They could play well enough, and the singer’s vocals are big and bold (sort of Gord Downey crossed with Kurt Cobain) but the songs had very little dynamics, and quickly bored me. They did establish a groove (the reggae part) and did that well, but I wasn’t feeling it or when I was feeling it, I was done with the feeling long before J&R were done with the groove.

What I was feeling was the guest trombone player. Yeah - there's a reason the photo above features him centre-stage.

I didn’t know who this dude is (but later found out his name was Dave St. Jean from another article by someone obviously more in the know than me) but he was the true star of the show.

When not featured in a song, he would stand on a riser in the back with his trombone in his hand making every groovy dance move known to man that doesn’t require you to move your feet. Head sways, hip sways, arm shifts, Dave had it all.

When he was called on to lead or solo, he thrust himself to the front of the stage like a force of nature, pumping that trombone with a jaunty fury. He was a joy.

Sadly, he was the only joy. Inevitably, Jon and Roy would return with their soupy mood grooves and lose me all over again.

I will say I was in the minority, and the room was full of J&R disciples, many of whom were up out of their seats by the end, gyrating away to what approached a religious experience.

Having long marveled at how beloved Jon and Roy are in this town, this could have irritated me but did not. I am a Frank Turner fan, and have many times been overly effusive in the face of other attendees wondering what the hell all the excitement was about. I’m glad those super fans had a great time, even if I was left, once again, in a profound state of “didn’t dig it”.

CD Odyssey Disc 1789: Benjamin Tod

Welcome back to the CD Odyssey where we just keep sailin’ randomly into whatever album happens to come up next. Today…it’s country!

Disc 1789 is…Shooting Star

Artist: Benjamin Tod

Year of Release: 2024

What’s up with the Cover? This cover is a paradox of old and new. The picture looks old timey, if you overlook that rather prominent neck tattoo that Mr. Tod is sporting.

The music itself matches the style of the photo, but as per that aforementioned neck tattoo Mr.Tod is very much a modern artist.

How I Came To Know It: I read a review on one of my favourite newly discovered music review sites, “Americana Highways”. I find a lot of new and obscure music here and if you like Americana music you should check it out.

After you read my blog first, of course.

How It Stacks Up: While I have plans to check out Benjamin Tod’s earlier albums, for now this is my only one, so it can’t stack up.

Ratings: 4 stars

An average album gets tiresome at about the third listen, but a good one just gets better every time through. It was this latter experience that I had with “Shooting Star” which had me go from hearing it as derivative, to recognizing that it was, in fact, timeless. The separation is subtle but distinct and usually based on one simple thing: quality.

Benjamin Tod is a throwback to a simpler age, peppered with a few modern sensibilities updating old themes of love, heartache, and hard livin’. His nasal delivery and mournful Hank Williams style songwriting. It is so evocative of the elder Hank’s style I was initially suspicious. However, like Hank III and Justin Townes Earle before him, Tod is not stealing a sound – he is injecting it with new energy. “Shooting Star” is a love letter to an earlier simpler time of music, but with its heart planted firmly in the twenty-twenties.

After a round of admission that he’s far from perfect (“I Ain’t The Man”) Tod digs in with some powerful and evocative imagery on the mournful and romantic “Saguaro’s Flower”., a song filled with all kinds of hurt. The chorus grounds the experience:

“So believe me when I say
I miss your love like desert rain
You are a cloud
I'm a saguaro's flower
I'm thirsty as hell
Let your love down”

The image of a flower growing atop a cactus is exactly what this tune calls for, prickly, painful and filled with a frail and desperate beauty.

The other standout on the record is the title track. “Shooting Star” falls into the long tradition of non-commercial musicians taking the boots to Nashville. The song tracks the all-too-common experience of artists going to Nashville only to pour their blood and sweat out for tips on Honky Tonk row. While the bright lights of Nashville draw thousands of hopefuls, for most Tod’s observation of “Nothing can be beautiful when you're trapped inside” is laden with impotent fury.

The fiddle-work on “Shooting Star” strains against itself like the artists trapped inside the web of the city. Setting the imagery early makes the chorus of:

“And the gate is shut up tight
I'm a stick of dynamite
And I've paid every due that's ever come
But I don't kneel for you or anyone”

…doubly powerful. First because you know the gates are keeping the souls of the angry and damned musicians in, not out. Second because Tod turns that experience into a victory through something as simple as refusing to submit. Sometimes just refusing to kneel can be enough.

In his youth, Tod was known to ride the rails and in addition to this giving him true country cred, it also fuels many songs, as he draws on the experience and imagery. In the case of “Mary Could You” he even tells the story of a woman eking out a living stitching up tramps that have gotten beaten or stabbed in the course of their risky adventures.

The record isn’t perfect, and some of the songs just feel old timey without original much to say, but even in those tunes you tend to get a clever turn of phrase or two that makes it all worthwhile.

“Shooting Star” is true to its roots yet willing to flower in unexpected ways if you give it a chance. It definitely has me on the lookout for Tod’s earlier work.

Best tracks: I Ain’t the Man, Saguaros Flower, Mary Could You, Shooting Star, Nothing More

CD Odyssey Disc 1788: Wagakki Band

I was out last night with a friend who showed me how to do retirement right – namely by doing whatever you want with your time. I am not retired yet, but I am committed to also doing it right.

Disc 1788 is…Shikisai

Artist: Wagakki Band

Year of Release: 2017

What’s up with the Cover? Do you like portraits of Wagakki Band? Do you like expensive wallpaper? Can’t decide which you like better? Then this cover is for you.

How I Came To Know It: I discovered the band through an article, but “Shikisai” is one of a glut of albums my buddy Nick picked up for me when he was in Japan last year.

How It Stacks Up: I have seven Wagakki Band albums, and “Shikisai” is the best of them all so #1!

Ratings: 4 stars

Do you like a lot of key changes? How about music played so skillfully in front of the beat it feels like its going to trip and fall down a ravine, but never does? Then Wagakki Band may be for you and if they are, you can’t do much better than their 2017 bloated but brilliant work, “Shikisai”.

Whenever I review a Wagakki band album I feel compelled to explain what strange concoction of styles you should expect. Dear reader, I don’t want to lead you astray, and to Western ears, Wagakki Band can be a lot. They incorporate J-Pop, metal, hard rock and a fair bit of traditional Japanese folk. The blend is unlike anything you’ve heard but give it a chance and you’ll be pleasantly surprised.

When Nick brought back the albums from Japan, he brought a lot of them – six in total, and I’ve been excited to review “Shikisai” since I first heard it. Wagakki Band blends all their disparate styles as perfectly as they’ve ever accomplished, and front woman Suzuhana Yuko has never sounded better. She is still as sweet and pure a pop vocalist as ever, soaring majestically over some of the band’s best compositions.

Yuko is powerful and pure in an otherworldly way, like a Valkyrie flying over a field of the slain, calling them home. Or maybe flying over a field of brightly coloured flowers on her day off. With Wagakki Band you get music that evokes both images, sometimes in the same song. Note these songs are in Japanese – I cannot confirm the presence of Valkyries, flowers or corpses.

Case in point, “Bogetsu (Full Moon)” which is one of the heaviest tracks on the record…until it’s not. This one crunches from the very beginning, but then in comes Yuko to smooth and sweeten things out in what I believe is the B section (or the chorus – Wagakki Band compositions can have a lot of movements, and my limited musical vocabulary gets quickly overwhelmed). The song also features whole chunks that feature furious playing of various wooden folk percussion instruments to add a third element ‘ere the end.

On “Okinotayuu (Albatross)” and “Tori no Yo ni (Like a Bird)” they slow things down, and the structure of the song strongly evoked the cosmopolitan Celtic folk of Capercaillie. Karen Matheson’s singing is hard to match, but Yuko is up to the task, and while I have no idea what this song is about (I’m going to guess an albatross, but it could just be a metaphor) I was drawn in with the sheer beauty of the melody and vocals.

As noted earlier, this album is entirely in Japanese. You will hear a lot of words sung quickly, but unless you speak Japanese you won’t know what is being said. On that note, a weird thing has just happened. When I am listening in the car or my device, I can’t see the names of the songs, and I don’t usually remember them (without lyrics it is hard to hang a title with a tune) but lo as I listened and wrote this review I find that Track 10 is titled  “Valkyrie”. Beautiful song, but my evocation of the image above was entirely by chance, dear reader. But I digress…

Back to the music, which continues to astound with its sheer variety. On “Watashi Shijo Shugi (My Supreme Principle)” you get fast singing, then anthemic singing, then fast singing then anthemic singing. It bounces back and forth but all the potential for busyness is swept away with the exceptional talent of the musicians. Keeping eight musicians this tight isn’t easy, but Wagakki Band delivers.

“Yuki yo Maichire Sonata ni Mukete (Snow Dancing and Falling Towards You)” has a lot of flute mixed with the guitar, and reminded me favourably of other folk/rock fusion bands like D’Artagnan and Wucan, although those guys are singing in German.

My only gripe with “Shikisai” is the length, at 17 songs and 71 minutes in length, it is a lot of a good thing. The final track is listed as a bonus track, but I didn’t find it a bonus at that point.

My copy of the album has other bonus features I liked more, including a DVD performance and yet another collectible card (this is a thing many of the albums come with) featuring the entire band including – scandalously – one member sans shirt!

One too many songs but a bonus DVD and a collectible card is a fair trade off for me, particularly when it is the best Wagakki Band album out there.

Best tracks: Kishikaisei (Death and Rebirth), Howling, Yuki yo Maichire Sonata ni Mukete (Snow Dancing and Falling Towards You), Watashi Shijo Shugi (My Supreme Principle), Bogetsu (Full Moon), Okinotayuu (Albatross)

CD Odyssey Disc 1787: Ruth Moody

Welcome back to the CD Odyssey. This next record got listens on all manner of transport – car, bus and good ole fashion walking. Not fancy walking, just regular walking.

Disc 1787 is…Wanderer

Artist: Ruth Moody

Year of Release: 2024

What’s up with the Cover? An artist rendition of some spirit or goddess. I’d guess she is the goddess of the night and of the wilds, given her power to turn her hair into a river, her dress into an enormous tree, and her banner into both the night sky, and the earth beneath that same sky.

How is this possible, you ask? Magic!

How I Came To Know It: I’ve been a fan of Ruth Moody since way back to when I first heard her as one third of the folk group, the Waiin’ Jennys. This is just me buying her latest solo album when it came out.

How It Stacks Up: I have Ruth Moody on five Wailin’ Jennys albums as well as an earlier effort as part of nineties folk band Scruj Macduhk. She also features as a guest vocalist on a couple of Mark Knopfler records in my collection.

This is my third record from her solo offerings, and I’ll stack it up against just those. “Wanderer” comes in…third. Something had to be last. As this completes my solo journey into Ruth Moody albums (for now) here’s the full recap:

1. The Garden: 3 stars (reviewed at Disc 848)
2. These Wilder Things: 3 stars (reviewed at Disc 760)
3. Wanderer: 2 stars (reviewed right here)

Ratings: 3stars

It was 11 years between Ruth Moody solo records, but you wouldn’t know it from her vocals, which are as pure and golden as the day I first heard her sing. While “Wanderer” sometimes let me down in other ways, it was never Moody’s voice, which was and is a revelation.

There were many moments on “Wanderer” where Moody’s vocals completely pulled me under her spell. Vocals that make you smile and just shake your head at the notion that mortal human lungs can do that. It’s ever-present on the record, but there are sections where it still manages to lilt up in a way that catches you by surprise all over again. For this reason alone, this record gets a thumb’s up.

Moody is no slouch on the guitar either, and she plucks a folksy but relaxed acoustic style that matches well with the easy flow of her vocals. Much like the singing, the guitar work is more about warmth and tone than it is about complicated pattern or virtuosity. Like most good folk singers, she knows a song should be sung and played skillfully, simply and with unforced but earnest passion.

That’s the best parts of the record, but the songs themselves (all Moody originals) were not as consistent as on previous records. While there were some standouts (see “best tracks” below) there were many others that were just OK, melodically or lyrically. These often had to rely on Moody’s natural talents to buoy them up. I didn’t mind the simple imagery (plenty of that in folk music) but I didn’t always feel the story or character shining through.

The other surprise was my bad reaction to the production. “Wanderer” does it exactly like I usually like it. There isn’t a lot of busyness, and the notes are given lots of space to reverberate and fill the stillness. Still, there was something wrong, mostly in the low end that was a bit too “loud”. The bass was bossy, and the drums boomed just a bit too hard, both thumping in a way that took away from the lighthearted joy of Moody’s vocals and guitar work.

Over time, even the songs that didn’t light my fire originally grew on me, but that didn’t surprise me since resisting the desire to hear Ruth Moody sing would be like resisting nature itself. I never did fully shake that calling for a little bit more story, or a bit more dynamics in the melody here and there. Not a deal breaker, but enough to nestle this record just below her two previous efforts.

Best tracks: The Spell of Lilac Bloom, Michigan, Wanderer, Comin’ Round the Bend

CD Odyssey Disc 1786: Corb Lund

This review has bonus “live event” coverage following. So if you like to read a concert review from the tour supporting this record, you’ll find it immediately following the more traditional album review.

Or for those who have been with me for a while…the usual.

Disc 1786 is…Corb Lund

Artist: El Viejo

Year of Release: 2024

What’s up with the Cover? A saddle without a horse. The album is called “El Viejo” which is a reference to Ian Tyson, Canadian singer and friend and mentor to Lund, who died recently. I like to see the missing horse as illustrative of the loss of Ian Tyson, but I didn’t read that anywhere, so I could be wrong.

Either way, I’m a fan of a simple cover like this, and it looks even cooler in black and white.

How I Came To Know It: I’ve been a Corb Lund fan for a long time now, so this was just me buying his latest.

How It Stacks Up: I have ten Corb Lund studio albums plus another album where does covers of other artists. So 11 albums total. Of all of those, “El Viejo” comes in at #8, but don’t judge it to harshly – there are lots of great Corb Lund records.

Ratings: 3 stars

Corb Lund is one of those artists that has figured out what he does best and is content to sit in the centre of that wheelhouse and do more of it. This is not criticism. If anything it means you can count on a Corb Lund giving you more of what you already like about him.

Such is the case with “El Viejo” which has Lund inhabiting all manner of blue-collar heroes. He starts out with gamblers, but before you know it he’s moved on to MMA fighters, low level villains, traveling singers and that old Corb standard; horse soldiers.

Lund isn’t a vocal gymnast. He doesn’t have a four-octave range that allows him to belt it out and make you feel the feels. Instead he relies on skillful wordsmithing, and a great talent for phrasing and delivery that punctuates every punchline or emotional moment in a song. Lund’s vocals have a lovely mid-range bit of grit that makes you want to pay attention. He is the guy at the table that always has the best stories, and his command of his audience is always easy and natural.

After a couple of solid songs about gambling (“The Card Players”, “I Had It All”) and a bit of ranchin’ and bull-riding (“Was Fort Worth Worth It?”) Lund takes on a new topic – MMA fighters - with “Out on a Win”.

“Out on a Win” is one of the record’s best songs, as Lund fully digs into the MMA world, with old school references to the Gracie family, and a bunch of other references that if you are into the sport, you’ll love to hear (I am not into the sport, but still picked up about half of it). But it isn’t all these references that makes the song great – that’s just scenery. It is Lund capturing the feeling of the aging fighter, coming to the realization he hasn’t made the big time and at this stage off his career, it is not happening. His dream gone, he’s negotiated down to one last wish – that his final fight is a win. You get the sense he will be denied even this but like all of Corb Lund’s characters, you root for him all the same.

The album’s title track is an homage to Corb Lund’s mentor and friend, the recently passed Ian Tyson. Melodically, it is one of the strongest tunes on the record, and a fitting homage to a titan in Corb Lund’s life.

While thoughtful lyrics are Lund’s bread and butter there are a couple of songs where they let him down. “I Had It All” has some cringe-level strained rhymes, and “Insha’Allah” is an example of a writer falling in love with a new phrase and proceeding to overuse it. No serious judgment though – I’m just as guilty of this as anyone.

The album ends with Lund returning to one of his specialties – self-deprecating humour. “That Old Familiar Drunken Feeling” is a song about Lund getting too high before a gig and realizing the only way he’s going to make it through the show is to mask the marijuana with something more familiar – liquor. The whole tale is good fun, but the turning point stanza is my favourite:

“I steeled myself, I said, what the hell?
And proceeded to forget all the lines
It was endless and seemed like a fever dream
Western hats and neon signs
So, in a desperate position, I made the desperate decision
That I'd handle this the cowboy way
Which is to pour enough whiskey on the problem
Till it catches on fire or it goes away”

Good stuff, Corb. After all these years he’s still got it, and “El Viejo” is a worthy entry into the catalogue of an artist who has consistently released quality music for the past thirty years and more. Ian would be proud.

Best tracks: The Card Players, Out on a Win, El Viejo (for Ian), That Old Familiar Drunken Feeling

The Concert: Monday, November 25 at the Capital Ballroom, Victoria BC

I’ll admit that at the end of the day on Monday I was not feeling like a concert, or much of anything beyond curling up on the couch under a blanket. However, I decided despite my distracted and weary state of mind I would lean into the experience and see where it took me. I’m glad I did, because it would turn out to be one of the best shows of the year.

Corb Lund was touring solo – so this show was acoustic guitar and no band. Just Corb and us. He put on two shows in one night (one at 7:00, and then another at 9:00).

I was shocked to find the entire dance floor of the Capital Ballroom festooned with folding chairs. This was to be a sit-down affair very much at odds with the usual experience at this venue. Being middle aged with a dodgy back, I was well-pleased, and getting there early, Sheila and secured a couple of primo “regular seats” behind and above the fold outs. I was briefly worried some jackasses would stand right in front of us and block our view while pretending to not even notice (a known tactic of the West Coast Jackass) but mercifully this did not come to pass.

Corb came on stage looking a little trepidatious for a man who has been a master of his craft for going on 30 years. I suspect he’s a bit of an introvert in real life. Both the singing and the guitar work early on were scratchy, but he quickly put that behind him and found his groove.

As I noted in the album review, Corb’s voice isn’t a powerhouse, but it has a natural storyteller’s feel to it, and he knows how to work it to best effect. His guitar work was merely OK (it’s there to accompany the story not ‘wail’). However, it was notable that on at least three occasions he changed the key by moving the capo around mid-song. I’ve never seen that before, but it was a nifty trick, and not easy.

The set list was no doubt influenced by the limitations of a single acoustic guitar, but only in the best possible way. Lund started off with three great military history songs, “I Wanna Be in the Cavalry”, “Horse Soldier, Horse Soldier” and “Student Visas” before taking a clever off-ramp with “Insha’Allah” which is a song about both military history (Lawrence of Arabia stuff), horse-themed stuff (now the third of four featuring horses) and off the latest record. “Insha’Allah” isn’t a favourite for me of of “El Viejo” but he followed it up with “That Old Familiar Drunken Feeling” so we’ll call it a wash.

Corb followed up the new material with a bunch of crowd favourites. You could tell everyone loved the hits from yesteryear although you could also tell they didn’t know the words as well as they thought they did. This included me, but I didn’t sing along and prove it to my neighbours (you’re welcome, neighbours). At my previous Corb Lund outing in 2016 (read the review at Disc 824) I had the displeasure of having such non-knowledgeable (and drunken) louts directly behind me blaring away into my unwilling ear holes. This time we were protected by choice seating, and so despite the distant trill of idiots in far corners of the room, I was able to enjoy Corb’s work to its fullest.

In terms of banter, you don’t get much better than Corb Lund. He is cool but vulnerable, and funny without pandering. He gives a quick intro to some songs, but mostly lets the lyrics tell the story.

Lund also did a couple of Ian Tyson covers, honouring his friend with renditions of “Summer Wages” (a classic) and “La Primera” (a deep cut from Tyson’s 1999 album “Lost Herds”). Both were amazing, particularly “La Primera” which Lund touted as one of Tyson’s greatest songs. I can’t disagree. It was brilliant and deeply affecting and will undoubtedly force me to dig into Tyson’s discography, starting with that record. Well played, Mr. Lund.

Overall, Lund’s easy storytelling manner, and the quality of the song selection temporarily pushed all my worldly cares into the corners of my mind, and I sat head in hand (our chairs came with a table) smiling away in thoughtful reverie.

Also, a word on the merch table, which was well stocked with lots of t-shirt options AND a sticker package (I know I’m not eight years old any more, but damn it, I still like stickers).

When I got home it was only 9:30 (remember, we went to the early show) I hadn’t had enough cowboy for the evening so I watched the last 45 minutes of “Unforgiven” again, and then, soul filled with great music and recharged for the moment, went to bed.