I was tipped to the understated songcraft of Iron and Wine back in 2002 by my then-coworker Darrell Angus (of Golden Famile and other local combos). Samuel Beam is well known for his intricate lyrics and soft-spoken delivery. Perhaps not the best claims for a forceful festival performance, but he pulled it off. He's an amusing raconteur between songs, and his comparison of the distant sound of Metric travelling from the Rogers Stage to the obtrusive music from a nearby SUV at a traffic stop still lingers as one of the most memorable concert moments. He's also a self-deprecating fellow, noting that the words to one of his songs which questions a baby's view of God were ridiculous: "I mean, to a baby, God is a boob." And now, far too many photos of a man and his beard.
Start things off with a few adjustments.
He's not always softspoken.
Raconteuring action!
Hey, where's the wine?
Let there be light!
Okay just one more ...
One of the festival's best performances.
- Show reminder: The band whose name is a symbol release their new limited-edition LP at Irene's. Rockabilly queen Wanda Jackson and The Lustre Kings play the first of two sold-out shows at the Elmdale House.
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