David Wilcox
My son leaned over and whispered, "Dad...that's David Wilcox."
Last night, Daniel and I went to The Triple Door in downtown Seattle where we enjoyed some great food and two great sets from one of our favorite singer-songwriters, David Wilcox. It didn't even matter that he only played one song from his Big Horizon CD, the one that has all our favorite songs on it. A superb guitarist who spends the evening moving his guitar from one tuning to another, sometimes playing with more than one capo to get the distinctive sounds his fans know so well, Wilcox is what I consider to be the equivalent of an old time troubador.
A master storyteller, Wilcox's use of language is stunning. I marveled at the sheer volume of wisdom running through his lyrics. After the show, I heard one woman talking to Wilcox, telling him that being at his concerts was like going through therapy. For me, it's like a long contemplation, a long prayer. Wilcox isn't afraid to tell us about his faith, his sexuality, his frustrations, and his seemingly endless hope based in the broken heart.
His new CD comes out in a few weeks, he said. From what we heard, it sounds worth checking out.
I was really happy...
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