Colter Wall is another one of those folks where it's been cool to watch his progression. It wasn't all that long ago that he was playing a teaser set at the Regina Folk Festival, not yet being a big enough deal for a main stage spot. Then he's selling out the Exchange. Now he's in the hall at Conexus Arts Centre, and I recognize that these place names only mean something to about three of you. It's bigger, is the point. I think you got that from context.
Steve Earle called Wall "the best singer-songwriter I’ve come across in years." High praise. And Brock Lesnar and "Stone Cold" Steve Austin had an animated discussion about their shared fandom of Wall on WWE Network and while I'll defer to Earle as far as musical knowledge goes, that was still weird and unexpected enough that I'll bring it up anytime Wall's name is mentioned. Like the last time I had to write one of these things about him.
I just looked back to confirm that last point and this review, thus far, is thematically so similar to the last one that it reads like I just re-wrote it. Which I didn't do, but should have. I could be in bed by now.
Doors at 7:00, show at 8:00. There are good reasons to be late for a concert, but switching over the laundry and finishing up washing dishes probably aren't among them. I should be careful, lest I damage the rock n' roll cred I've so carefully built up over the years. And anyway, I only missed opener Blake Berglund's first few songs, arriving just before he was joined on stage for a few songs by (his wife? his fiancée? did I mishear that whole thing?) Belle Plaine.
I might have misheard it. The sound - and this was true for Colter later on too - didn't do anyone any favours. Really heavy on the bass and muddy vocals. I got better at deciphering things as the night went on, but if I wasn't familiar with the song beforehand, I was often pretty lost. That said, I still enjoyed the set well enough, especially when Plaine was out there. It's hard to say she made a surprise appearance when they're always popping up at each other's shows, so let's just say she was unannounced and welcome.
Colter Wall has been likened to Johnny Cash, which seems like the most unfair thing you can do to a young musician but that's not going to stop me from repeating it here. Apart from a comparably deep voice, Wall has clearly been raised on Cash and the other legends of classic country, taken that history, and put his own spin on it.
And now we're back to guy with guitar and me not having a lot to say, the most familiar of all SLCR territories. Wall did the first few songs by himself, then brought out his band, and then had Blake and Belle back out with him for the encore. Sound issues aside, this was all good. I don't know if it was a significant upgrade from listening to his albums, though.
I should have shown up earlier and stood closer to the front - normally, I'm all about hiding at the back, but the front seemed to be for people standing and listening, and the back was for the drinkers and partiers. Only a handful of Wall's songs are rockers; most are better for listening and it wasn't always the easiest to do that. Nobody was being a jerk, it was just kinda loud and distracting.
Well, almost nobody - I did think I was going to see a fistfight between Happy Loud Drunk and Angry Quiet Drunk. Happy Loud honestly didn't seem that loud to me - no worse than 50 other people near me - but Angry Quiet had other thoughts and most of them were the f-word. Nothing happened but eventually a security guard took a permanent spot near them. Earlier, I'd seen two security guards keeping watch over a few ice cubes that had been spilled on the floor, so they were probably thankful for having something more interesting to do.