...is virtually all I have been listening to on a regular basis lately. Initially - when he went solo and started releasing songs properly again - I was a little sad. I adored Street to Nowhere and I love the raw, gritty acoustic feel of his earlier stuff. But I finally got around to buying his new EP (Waiting For The Pills) and...fell instantaneously in love. There are so few songwriters working today that can make me swoon over a song like Dave, and all five tracks on that EP are absolutely beautiful.
I went to see him with my little sister when he played down in San Jose, a few weeks back. These days it takes a lot to get me to make a three-hour trek both ways on a work night, but I hadn't seen him perform in almost a year and Dizzy Balloon (co-headlining) are always a good time. Cody had called me positively raving the last time she saw Dave and told me I'd flip out over his new songs, particularly one about his father.
Well...Cody was right. Dave played a few favorites and then announced one about his dad...and by the time he finished playing I had literally teared up. I have never done that at a show. I am not the type.
I spent the ride home in the kind of walking-on-air mood that generally follows great sex or a re-reading of The Dark Knight Returns.* It takes a lot to move me these days, musically speaking, and it's reassuring to find that there is at least one artist that can defy all my expectations and affect me to such an extent with one simple song.