After hearing the title track from his new album on Saturday afternoon radio, dragged Jarmy and Davo along to see Chris Smither at the Corner Hotel in Richmond last night. Somewhere in the bluegrass/blues/country/folk territory, Chris’ concert was quite brilliant; his ace fingerpickin’ at times sounded like 2 or 3 guitarists and his voice – as dry as a grit-encrusted hard shoulder – was full of pained emotion. His between song patois, was a contrastingly light tone, too. Grabbed an album from the merch stand, and played it b4 work this morning. Thanks Chris; right up there with the Gillian Welsh concert here some two years back. Check the album out here.