Driving Hard Across the Plain
Joan and I heard Garnet Rogers when he was in town last year; that was a powerful evening built on what I took to be a version of his standard performance set. Tonight’s show, before a substantially smaller audience, was quite different; perhaps more relaxed, differently introspective, with fewer tales. Garnet’s a droll story-teller, a strong and exceptional singer, a very good writer–and an formidible guitarist. He played six or eight guitars over the course of the concert; each instrument change had musical justification, rewarded different technical skills, and improved the song.
