on a lighter note
I saw Jeremy Fisher play last night. Psuedo-folk pop is the closest description I can think of; he made a nifty stop-motion video, which is partially why I wanted to see him. That, and we featured him at work a while back, so I thought I’d see what was up. Oh, and I hadn’t been to Neumos… for… I don’t even know. But it’s been slightly remodeled since the last time I was there. It’s cool.
Jeremy Fisher was interesting. He was lookin kinda like a modern take on young Bob Dylan — white man fro, headband, button-up shirt partially buttoned, guitar and, yup, harmonica. He wasn’t terrible at all, and he seemed like a nice guy with his banter, even if it was lip service — he woke up on the coach and looked outside to read the Pike St. sign, and that made him happy because he lived here at some point in history. But something didn’t feel quite right — and it was his lyrics.
He’s another example of someone I want to send to songwriter bootcamp (another was Citizen Cope). Can someone please make that happen, even if it has to be a reality show? Send these young musicians — who seem like they have some fresh ideas — off to some remote area with no cell reception to learn from people who should pass on some wisdom. Bob Dylan, for example, would be there. Along with Tom Waits and probably Joni Mitchell.
The kid’s got something, and he’s fun to watch, but it needs more depth.
