Music, sweet music, there was music everywhere!

I got invited to the Gregory Alan Isakov show at the Triple Door last night and went having never heard of him or any of his music. I went to hang with my good friend and because I trust his taste in music. Plus, it’s the Triple Door – can’t go wrong there really. I am so very glad I got to go.

Jeffrey Foucault opened, he and his guitar. His performance alone was worth the trip. He’s a soulful cowboy from western Mass. Great voice and great pickin’.

I now know Gregory Alan Isakov is a South African-American singer-songwriter from Colorado, by way of Johannesburg and Philadelphia. His rustic-folksy-Dylanesque songs were beautifully performed on cello, violin, drums and Gregory’s guitar. All were excellent players and have an obvious kinship.

I found myself inspired and wishing I could slip up on stage – not even to play, really – just to be in the middle of the sounds, to absorb it more fully. We were a mere 10 ft from the stage. I could have taken a few small steps and been lost.

Song ideas, paintings and hobo vacations were my daydreams while listening. A sign of a very good show in my book. I miss making music and am very much looking forward to getting back in the studio with the boys of Half Acre Day.