[Dorothea Lange, The Road West (1938)]
Yesterday I travelled through London (not to the west, as the image would suggest) for an evening of folk/blues/psychedelia at Brixton Windmill. After the first act (didn’t get the name of the musician, but he was good), Hush Arbors (Keith Wood) took the stage and played a bunch of very sweet songs, something quite different from the time I saw him playing with Ben Chasny and Sunburned Hand of The Man. The evening went on with British duo Directing Hand, it was the first time I’d seen them live and enjoyed their cacophony and improvisation. As someone was saying, sometimes there’s no need (nor space) for words – although DH started with a beautiful a-cappella song. Goosebumps. Jack Rose was last, playing his guitar like he wanted to hypnotise the audience. Again, no singing, straight forward blues/folk to close a great night.
