A folk singer who was a poet and a square dance caller first performs differently than one who came up playing bars — the phrasing is built for a room that is listening rather than drinking, and the talking between songs is as constructed as the songs. Carlisle writes about rural America without either sneering at it or romanticizing it, which is a needle almost nobody threads, and does it while playing accordion and fiddle and occasionally getting a room to sing in parts. He is genuinely funny on stage, which is what keeps the heavier material bearable. A high desert saloon two nights before the holidays, wooden floor, cold outside, a crowd that drove out. Music at 9:30 PM in Pioneertown, a Saturday. Folk audiences out here take the tradition seriously enough to sing when asked, and that is what the night turns into.
A folk singer who was a poet and a square dance caller first performs differently than one who came up playing bars — the phrasing is built for a room that is listening rather than drinking, and the talking between songs is as constructed as the songs. Carlisle writes about rural America without either sneering at it or romanticizing it, which is a needle almost nobody threads, and does it while playing accordion and fiddle and occasionally getting a room to sing in parts. He is genuinely funny on stage, which is what keeps the heavier material bearable. A high desert saloon two nights before the holidays, wooden floor, cold outside, a crowd that drove out. Music at 9:30 PM in Pioneertown, a Saturday. Folk audiences out here take the tradition seriously enough to sing when asked, and that is what the night turns into.
A folk singer who was a poet and a square dance caller first performs differently than one who came up playing bars — the phrasing is built for a room that is listening rather than drinking, and the talking between songs is as constructed as the songs. Carlisle writes about rural America without either sneering at it or romanticizing it, which is a needle almost nobody threads, and does it while playing accordion and fiddle and occasionally getting a room to sing in parts. He is genuinely funny on stage, which is what keeps the heavier material bearable. A high desert saloon two nights before the holidays, wooden floor, cold outside, a crowd that drove out. Music at 9:30 PM in Pioneertown, a Saturday. Folk audiences out here take the tradition seriously enough to sing when asked, and that is what the night turns into.