Thanks to Laurie Koster for sharing this shot from a recent Spreitzer gig at Pura Vida. I love the colors and individual animation that’s going on. Rick didn’t make the shot, but we all know he was there!
Saturday night, backyard porch of Summit Coffee, Davidson, NC… jamming with Spreitzer and Co., the crowd is picking up, we’re opening for Dustin Edge. Upstairs Attila the Honey is jamming, too. Plenty of music to go around for all who like to listen to independent artists play at what’s become the mainstay venue for indie writers/performers north of I-85 in Charlotte.
So we get done, I pack up and wipe down the sweat, grab a cold beverage and sit back for Dustin, of whom I’ve never even heard — was I in for a killer surprise!
Immediately drawn in by his style, attitude, and performance, Dustin, formerly of Cast Iron Filter, spun out some 15-18 songs in the next hour plus time frame, ending totally unplugged in the midst of those closest to the stage. Dustin’s headed for NY to pursue the next level of the dream.
Doubtful I could even begin to articulate the breadth of his songs or style. I qualified him early on as Jeff Buckley meets Elvis Costello. My encouragement to anyone who reads this post, take time to go listen, more than once, peel back the songs, let them get under your skin.
Best to Dustin and his wife as they head to NY, I’ll be looking for the next opportunity to catch him perform in the Charlotte area.
Good night in NoDa tonight… First I met Rick, Stacey and Kevin for a bite at Cabo Fish Taco, very enjoyable way to kick off the evening. Then it was off the Evening Muse to serve as the music sandwich between Sally Spring and The Turnstiles.
Lots of activity for the gallery crawl postponed a week (normally on the first Friday of the month) to keep from competing with generic 4th of July happenings. NoDa was crawling with people, and the Dog Bar was packed with people and dogs. It’s an outdoor scenario where the human to canine ratio is about 2:1. The NoDa neighborhood Jam Band filled the night air out behind the Smelly Cat, where ice cream cones/cups and coffee drinks were selling as fast as they could be made.
Looking forward to the Summit tomorrow night, but I really enjoyed hearing some new music and seeing lots of new faces I’ll likely never see again.