
From her musical aesthetic (which she calls "primitive American") to her lovely, plaintive voice, and even to her physical features and the way she dresses, Gillian is a performer who seems to have been transported to the 21st Century from the days of the Dust Bowl and old-time radio hours. And Dave Rawlings is, quite simply, one of the most jaw-dropping guitar players I've ever witnessed. His intricate acoustic picking -- over, around and through the relatively simple country, folk, blues and gospel melodies that are their stock in trade -- literally had members of the crowd shaking their heads in amazement. What I didn't expect was the level of energy, enthusiasm and outright joy that emanated from the stage and truly electrified the sold-out house. For years I'd heard that a Gillian Welch show could be a lot like going to a recital -- you'd hear those great songs and see some spectacular playing, but in a hushed, almost overly-reverent environment. Last night's show, though, was more like a tent revival. In fact, the only concession to the "seriousness" of the occasion that I noticed was that the bartenders poured beers out of the bottles that they usually hand over, and into plastic cups. I suppose those do make a lot less noise when the spirit of the music sweeps you up and you drop your drink on the floor, which no doubt happened to more than a few folks last night.
MP3: Gillian Welch & David Rawlings - "I Want To Sing That Rock And Roll" (live at Merlefest, Wilkesboro, NC - April 26, 2002)