Dear M. Ward,
I went to your show this weekend at the Fox, and I have to be honest with you, I was a little apprehensive about seeing you again. The first time I saw you was in Brooklyn a few years ago (or at least long enough for me to forget the name of the venue). I had just started to listen to End of Amnesia after discovering Transistor Radio, and I was completely enamored of what I heard. There was no song that could do wrong on either album. I enjoyed the dark moodiness of your songs dispersed by charming tract about inanimate objects, and instrumentals. The show was equally compelling, especially when guest star Jim James came onstage to lend a hand.
It’s hard to top such an exciting show that manifested all my warm fuzzy feelings of the time.
Which brings me back to the topic at hand. Saturday night’s show at the Fox. Continue reading “M. Ward at the Fox Oakland, 5/16/09”