Artist: Charlie Parr
Source: David Lynch
”What time is it? What’s that? Twenty five to eleven? Twenty five to eleven eh… I don’t even know what twenty five to eleven means! Anyone know what time I started?” quizzes Charlie Parr from the stage during his informal gig in Crawdaddy last Wednesday.
The reason for this question was to figure out how long he had before it was time to pack up. The predominantly male, mature looking crowd scratched their heads and decided he was best off playing until someone told him to stop but it was clear that ideally they wanted him to play all night.
Following a decent set of murder ballads by support act Barry McCormack, Parrs entrance to the stage is very low key. He simply ambles on, picks up his beaten up old National Resonator steel guitar (with a very cool painting of a big red rooster on the back) and starts tuning. Out of the tuning comes opener Far Cry From Fargo from his new album Roustabout followed by a lot more tuning, some good natured mumbling and about two hours of top class blue-grass and blues.
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