Laura Gibson took the stage with one man on bells and the other on the saw.
Luke Temple crept through a set picking at his nylon-string guitar; sometimes a banjo.
Beautiful? Yes. But it was the quietest show I've ever been to. The shutter on my camera could be heard throughout the entire cavernous Croc. Perfect for a Tuesday night, perhaps, but pairing two delicate singers that make the rustle of a Jolly Rancher wrapper sound as abrasive as a cutting sandpaper was a bit of overkill.
I'm not taking anything away from the songwriting prowess of the two obviously talented individuals, but after the Gibson's set, I'd had my fill of tickled guitar and a room that was quieter than a library.
After the show, I couldn't help but be pulled into the Whiskey Bar, where I heard music that was more than a whisper. Once inside, I saw a band far too big for the crammed corner stage. Full horn section, guitars, mandolin. They call themselves the Island of Misfit Toys, and they hold down a regular Tuesday night gig at the bar. No cover. Their sound was something of a stage band that didn't relegate its horn section to nuance and atmosphere, leaning closer to dance music of the rockabilly variety.
They finished their set with "Sixteen Tons," a song I will always associate with one of my favorite movies, the classic Hanks/Ryan flick Joe Versus the Volcano. Unfortunately, just as I took out my digital recorder, the band took a set break and I was on my way. Next week, I guess.
Playing sax and clarinet, and working a pair of sunglasses and cowboy hat better than I've seen in years was Seattle Jazz Hall of Famer Ronnie Pierce. He also plays Wednesday nights with his own band.
Random Incident: A friend who was at the Luke Temple show sent me an e-mail this morning: "... really enjoyed it, can't say I've been to anything quite like it ... I felt awkward standing there during the LG show, didn't know what to do w/ my hands. In pockets? Crossed? By sides?"