My wife and I got tickets for my son for his 22nd birthday the month before—he's been listening to our Chris Smither CDs since hight school—and used the opportunity to have a night out ourselves.
What a lovely night. I'd not seen Chris Smither perform since he opened for Bonnie Raitt at the old Wax Museum in DC, waaay back in the early 80s, when I became a fan. Hadn't heard him live (aside from the occasional NPR piece) since a late-night broadcast of Fresh Air on a ride through West Virginia in the late 90s. This is my (stupid) mistake, and one I will not make again. Like I used to do with Steve Goodman any time he'd come to town, I'll be taking in Chris Smither when he's in driving distance.
The songs skewed to material from his current release, Time Stands Still, with some levening from his extensive portfolio—most notably the title track of his last release "Leave the Light On" and the wry observational "Origin of Species". The new material is just as well-crafted and revelatory as his best work, with the added bonus of The Motivators, the drummer and guitarist with whom he recorded the latest album. His playlist pacing and the interstitial stories show a very sure touch, a telling sign of his years of experience and his involvement with the audience. In his ability to carry the room from laughs to tears, Chris Smither reminds me much of Chicago singer-songwriter Steve Goodman. As a guitarist who can make even the hardest finger-picking seem effortless, he reminds me of Tony Rice; in his toe-tapping percussion, he evokes John Hartford; in his inspiration in the face of life's rough and deadly absurdities, of David Wilcox; in his finely-crafted lyric poetry, of Randy Newman.
Even with those evocations of and comparisons to other artists, Chris Smither is authentically the man his life has lead him to be. Unique.
Go and see this man perform.