My first Dailey & Vincent concert.
During the long-distance part of the LDR, this event every March marked a later Sunday morning phone call, especially if The Guy ‘ran squad’ the night before. We’d talk after the concert was over, late afternoon/early evening. I’ve heard about it, never got to go.
Only seven songs in and I know this will not be my last. The wild rambling country classics, the touch of gospel honey; rusty, dented-heart ballads and oaky warm folk – all good soul food for this North Shore girl. And, damn, I love the banjo and mandolin together…and the guy with the velvet gravel bass voice? Yeah, his singing is mighty fine…mighty fine.
Here’s a link to the opener.
Here, a few random shots from the concert. Can’t wait until next year!