Flashback to a circa ’94 dental drilling in Pittsburgh… my off-brand walkman, tuned to WYEP, unfurled Grant Lee Buffalo’s “Honey Don’t Think,” and my head titled (dangerously, considering the drill). I hadn’t seen Grant perform since that era – til tonight, when my old pal Tim invited me along to Joe’s Pub. Grant’s reverb-soaked falsetto is devastatingly lovely and his homespun spiritual bent suits me just right – “Rock of Ages” was killer. In the midst of my studio experimentation, I was pleased to step out and experience the organic timbre of a guy-with-his-guitar (and one that wasn’t spooning out post-Dylan drivel).

(Sent from my Palm phone.)