Have I ever mentioned that my first show ever at the Belly Up was when Son Volt toured on their debut album Trace? I was a fan of Uncle Tupelo but was a bit late in the game and never got to see them tour, but ever since that incredible night I've had a special fondness for Jay Farrar and all that he does, highs and lows. While listening to some digital cable radio a couple weeks ago, I heard his distinct gravelly voice and had to get my hands on the new record. So much so that I did something I've never done before. I actually solicited a publicist (it's usually the other way around.)
The album was released July 7 and I think it's one of the finer Son Volt releases with more depth throughout the record. My friend said it's too sad but I don't know how Jay's voice can not sound melancholic when he does a song well. Anyway, the band is performing in San Diego tomorrow night, opening for The Cowboy Junkies at Humphrey's Concerts By The Bay and I would've kicked myself had I missed it. Hope you can make it, too.
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