I’ve been more interested in Bob Dylan live than on record since I saw him remake “Maggie’s Farm” as punk zydeco at the Saenger one time. The afterlives he gives his songs speaks to the punk in me because they inevitably piss off the faithful who just want to hear him play his songs “right,” and because those interpretations open up facets of the song. Not all alterations are radical or contrary. When he sings “Like a Rolling Stone” these days, he usually does so with more charity than he once did.
[Updated] Lafayette’s Mercy Brothers were a joyride through the Americana gospel songbook, playing the semi-sacred songs of Hank Williams, and singer Kevin Sekhani belted out the songs with equal parts sideshow huckster and reformed sinner. The band played with the passion of someone whose spirits were fortified with spirits, and in retrospect, it’s hard to imagine how far such a concept could have lasted long.
"Normally I ask people to put away their phones," The Lumineers' Wesley Schultz told the crowd at the sold-out House of Blues last night, but he didn't finish the sentence. There was no need to. From the first bars of "Submarines," the very collegiate audience was too busy singing along to update a Facebook status.