Outdoor concert season has pretty much wrapped up, so I thought it would be nice to document the last few that I went to this season. Why the delay? Because at the time I didn’t think I had anything to say about them that I hadn’t already said before. (This is still kind of true, but bear with me here.) Thinking about it a bit more, I discovered that there are some threads that ran through all of them, both good and bad.
This piece is longer, but the reviews themselves are shorter than what I usually write. I suspect that won’t be an issue, though, so let’s just get on with it.
The Avett Brothers w/ Trampled by Turtles, Alpine Valley Amphitheater (East Troy, WI) - 8/18/24
I had never been to Alpine Valley, which is somehow both surprising and not. The acts that tend to appear there aren’t really in my wheelhouse (Phish, Dave Matthews, etc.) so I’m not sure that I’ll ever actually go again. However, if another good bill like this shows up, count me in.
Our seats were in the very back of the reserved area, but did not feel far away. I suspect if we were on the edges of the massive stage I would feel differently, but otherwise there doesn’t seem to be an actual bad seat in the house. (The hill, where the majority of “seats” are, is probably a different story. Particularly if it’s a full house, which this was definitely not.) The hike back to the bathrooms sucked. 24 oz. beers at $14 a pop is fucking ludicrous. Other than that, the venue was absolutely perfect for this kind of show.
Trampled by Turtles’ brand of bluegrass vacillates from pretty and pastoral to virtuosity and velocity, and this was on display from the get-go. Unfortunately their PA system crapped out midway through the hour-long set and suddenly they were playing to the GA pit without even realizing it.
At first they had precisely one mic working, so they gathered around it and did some choice covers from The Band (“The Weight”) and Bob Dylan (“Don’t Think Twice, it’s All Right”) while the sound team tried to solve the issue. Eventually they hooked into The Avett Brothers’ PA and all was well.
They closed with their most popular song, “Wait So Long.” Cellist Eamonn McLain in particular put a little extra into this one, as he looked to be beating his instrument with his bow.
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I’d like to think that every couple who enjoys live music has a band that they absolutely must see every time they come to town. The Avett Brothers is that band for my wife and I.
I’ve never seen a bad performance by these guys, and this 25-song, 2 hour set was no different. Yet at the end of it I felt kind of empty. I thought maybe the multiple $14 beers played a part in this but after looking at the setlist I realized that I truly didn’t recognize most of the songs. The height of my Avett Brothers fandom runs from 2007’s Emotionalism through 2012’s The Carpenter; those albums got 6 of the 25 songs played. Their latest album also got 6 of those 25 songs, so you can see where this is going.
None of that is the Avett Brothers’ fault, of course. It was a career-spanning set that was supposed to have something for everyone; it just didn’t have enough for me. It doesn’t help that it was literally half a lifetime ago when I was curious/obsessed enough to explore a band’s entire catalog. I don’t have time for that shit now.
This isn’t to say that there weren’t highlights, because there were. “Murder In The City,” one of their best songs, is an emotional experience every time I hear it. Scott Avett sang it from the corner of the stage, just him and his guitar, and it seemed like he was singing only to me. With my wife by my side, holding hands, the lines “Always remember there was nothing worth sharing / Like the love that let us share our name” carried extra weight. Jesus goddamn Christ, was it overwhelming.
“I and Love and You,” from the album of the same name, had the biggest singalong of the night, and rightfully so. "Love of a Girl," from the new album, is a winner and should make future shows.
The biggest applause may have been for the line “Your life doesn’t change by the man who’s elected,” from “Head Full of Doubt/Road Full of Promise,” which for a straight white man such as myself is demonstrably true. My kindest reading of that line is that it’s defiant, that we must persevere, which is also true. However, and I will get political here so buckle up, if you look outside yourself for a minute you can see how harmful that view can be. So please: hold your nose, swallow the pill, set your well-reasoned convictions aside and vote against the orange shitheel. The country won’t improve immediately – progress in electoral politics is always slow. But it is better than having a demented old man (or his deeply weird, spineless protege) in charge.
For the encore, The Avetts opened with a cover of Toby Keith’s “As Good As I Once Was,” which I found to be a low-key good choice. You can think what you’d like about Keith and his music, I feel it’s mostly harmless. In a venue filled with good vibes, on a perfect summer evening, this particular song was a hit.
Despite the fact that the set didn’t live up to my personal expectations, it was still an excellent performance. Like the Bob Seger song, they left every ounce of energy on stage. The Avett Brothers remain one of my absolute favorite live acts, and this show did nothing to change that.
The National w/ The War on Drugs, Breese Stevens Field (Madison, WI) - 9/26/24
Unlike the last time I was in Madison to see a show, the weather cooperated for this one. Breese Stevens is a pretty good venue; even in the GA section everything sounds good.
There are major “dudes rock” vibes surrounding The War on Drugs, and their brand of music (think Dire Straits x Tom Petty with a touch of modern indie rock) matched perfectly with the crowd.
The entire hour-long set went down smoothly like a 6-pack of light beer. I do not mean that as a put-down. I mean that it was fucking awesome. When the “WOOO!” from “Red Eyes” hit at the midway point of the set, it turned all the fist-pumping and air guitar playing into overdrive.
It is true, at least to me, that the songs all sort of blurred together into one samey-sounding piece. But I didn’t think about it all that much. I had more fun goofing on the wind chimes on the drumkit (It reminded me of Yanni; my concert compatriot and college buddy thought early Genesis, which was probably more apt) and ultimately losing myself in the blissed-out guitar solos.
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Kings of dad rock The National are certainly leaning into that moniker these days, as they have an entire line of “Sad Dads” merchandise that they would like to sell you. (Full disclosure: I am the proud owner of a Sad Dads koozie. I hate how on the nose that is.)
The thing with The National is, even though their music is oftentimes grey and depressed, that seeing them live is a different story. The aforementioned concert compatriot made an astute point here, noting that though he wasn’t quite sold on their records – they’re fine and nothing more – seeing them live made him appreciate the band more. I wholeheartedly agree. When they hit the stage it was like a switch was flipped – Dorothy getting to the Emerald City in the Wizard of Oz movie comes to mind.
Of course, it helps that they played all of my favorite songs. My far-and-away favorite album of theirs, Boxer, was well represented with “Fake Empire” and “Mistaken by Strangers” being highlights. The absolute cacophony in the outro of “Squalor Victoria” was also quite stunning.
Other jams included “Bloodbuzz Ohio,” “The System Dreams in Total Darkness,” and the cathartic “Mr. November.” Admittedly I didn’t know half the songs they played – a couple of albums aside I am only a casual fan – but unlike the Avett Brothers the other half were all stone cold bangers. What a difference set list choices can make.
To go back to the switch-flipping metaphor, The National had one more of those up their sleeve for their last encore song, “About Today.” On record it is a quiet, contemplative ballad about longing – and live it was no different… until the full band came crashing in at the end, creating a righteous noise to close out the show. It was one last hit of euphoria in a set filled with them.
Sturgill Simpson, The Salt Shed (Chicago, IL) - 10/1/24
Sturgill Simpson doesn’t really give a fuck what you think. He does what he wants on his records, and he does what he wants to on stage. Inspired by the guitar playing of Jerry Garcia, he decided he wanted to tour again – and that his shows would resemble something out of the jam band scene. This includes shows that routinely go past the three-hour mark, choice covers sprinkled throughout, and jams on top of jams.
I’ll get this out of the way right away – three hours is too god damned long for one artist. I can’t think of a single band I’d like to hear perform for that long, nor would I listen to one at home for that length. I am that bummer of a person (killjoy?) that believes there can be too much of a good thing.
That being said, I was most excited to see Sturgill. I’ve been following his career since 2014, when I saw him perform for maybe 150 people at Turner Hall Ballroom. Before Covid hit, he was in the midst of a tour that saw him performing in basketball arenas, which I thought would not serve him well. The outdoor stage at The Salt Shed holds approximately 5,000 people, and that felt right.
The show started out with a 10-minute jam on “Brace for Impact (Live A Little)” which seemed a bit dirge-like to me, but I dug it. After that it was as if the band was like a football team stubbornly sticking with the running game, body blow after body blow until hitting one big. The first big one came on their cover of the Allman Brothers’ “Midnight Rider,” wherein the hooting and hollering got into full swing.
It was kind of off to the races from there. “Best Clockmaker on Mars” was face-melting. “A Whiter Shade of Pale” was one of several good covers.
The jammier elements really got going with Norman Greenbaum’s “Spirit In the Sky” (which I thought was ZZ Top’s "La Grange"…oops) leading into “A Good Look” which faded seamlessly into the Doors’ “L.A. Woman.” Exhilarating doesn’t begin to describe that run.
The show was only half over at this point.
The old man (and old woman) maladies that I wrote about in my Summerfest ‘24 review popped up once again. We had both been up since 4:30-ish that morning; we were hungry and tired so we sat down and ate. Unfortunately we never made our way back into the actual crowd. I’m no rail rider and I won’t push through the audience for a closer view. But being back where people were mostly milling about and not paying much attention to the performance took me out of the show. I was hearing it just fine, but not really feeling it.
That being said, Sturgill and his band absolutely killed it. Simpson is no slouch on the guitar, but lead player Laur Joamets takes it to another level. He makes everything seem effortless. The keyboard player was a welcome addition to the band as well, and the remainder of the group was locked in all night.
As much as I wanted to lay down at this point, the band still had gas in the tank. “It Ain’t All Flowers” maybe wasn’t as gnarly as on record, but still awesome; “One For The Road” was sublime; Prince’s “Purple Rain” was heartfelt; the set-closing, nearly 15-minute “Call To Arms” sent us home exhausted. It seemed like it did not want to end, ebbing and flowing and surging until it just couldn’t any more. (Once again my ears deceived me as I thought I heard a Pink Floyd vibe in the middle; setlist.fm says it was “Band On The Run”) It was over in a flash. Sturgill, who spoke only sparingly throughout the night, got on the mic and said “Thank you, we’ll see you tomorrow!” and that was it.
As much as I didn’t care for the marathon set it was still an excellent show. I highly recommend seeing him if you can. If you’re not familiar with his music, a good place to start might be his set from Outside Lands, free on YouTube. For the full experience, try out Nugs.net – sign up for the free trial, and pick out any show from this tour. Crank up those headphones and drift away. You will not regret it.