Dylan LeBlanc may not look like Bob Dylan, but the two Dylans connected through LeBlanc’s horse rasp and musical style at Pearl Street Warehouse recently.
Darrell Scott is a master songwriter: Travis Tritt and the Dixie Chicks have taken his songs to the Country Top 5, he’s been voted Nashville Songwriter of the Year, and he’s received a Grammy nomination for Best Country Song.
But Darrell also has the blues deep down inside his body, his bones, his heart, and his soul. Not the kind of blues you have when you’re sad. This kind of the blues that is the fire in the belly of all American music. It is seductive danger and gentle love, the harsh growl of the wolf of the door and the tender croon of the father’s lullaby at the baby’s cradle. And it all came out at a recent show at AMP by Strathmore.
It’s amazing what one man, with one acoustic guitar, sitting in a chair onstage, can do. What his facial expressions and gestures can add to his songs. How he can intoxicate you with just a glass of the dry wine of his wit. Seasoned musician Chris Smither injects so much life and so much humor into his live performance, yet with such understated taste. He did so much at The Hamilton Live recently.
Singer-songwriter Chris Smither performs at The Hamilton Live on Friday, May 17. Chris released Call Me Lucky, his latest record, last year via Signature Sounds/Mighty Albert with distribution by Redeye. Recorded at Blue Rock Studio in the Texas foothills and packed with Smither trademark songs that offer commentary on the human condition with a wink of an eye, the album pulls from deep in the soul and a couple of surprise covers that remind us of Chris’ deftness as a song interpreter as he makes the songs his own.
Prior to his DC concert, Chris took a phone call from Parklife DC’s Mark Engleson, who asked him about his relationship with New Orleans and the blues, meeting your heroes, and his advice for the younger generation. [This interview has been edited for length and clarity.]
Imogen (“Immi”) Heap stood before her crowd. Rounding the corner of a second night appearance at the Lincoln Theatre (added after night #1 sold out) recently, she turned to a laptop on the far-right of her setup. “No, I don’t want a software update!” We laughed. It got fixed.