We saw the Cowboy Junkies, Saturday night at the Lincoln Theatre in Raleigh. We forgot to grab a camera, so I have no proof of this - you'll just have to take my word for it, this time.
Not surprisingly, they played a set of long slow songs about loss, longing, death and melancholy, wistful bittersweet and bleak defeat. But nobody can do a slow sad waltz like the Cowboy Junkies - and nobody else should even try to do 90 minutes worth. The songs don't mope, they ache. They don't scream, they sigh. The music is nearly hypnotic and Margot Timmins' voice is smooth and calm; the whole thing becomes dreamlike, meditative.
Or maybe that's just because I was insanely hungover from my wife's birthday party, the night before.
Either way, they sounded great. And Margot Timmins' voice sounds just as good today as it did on their debut, 24 years ago.
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Looks like the spring concert season is in full swing right now. We currently have tickets to see:
- John Pizzarelli
- Modest Mouse
- Anthony Bourdain
- Neko Case
- Robyn Hitchcock
- Fleetwood Mac
And I'm tempted to go see ...Trail Of Dead, Son Volt, Rev Horton Heat... and many others. Whew.
Anthony Bourdain gives concerts? I thought he was a restaurant critic or something like that.
he does a stand-up lecture, reading, talk, whatevah, show.