Emily bought a Jeep

One of the best things about seeing Charlie Parr is that he tells delightful little stories between songs. For instance we know now that his missus, Emily, bought a Jeep. And he delivered that line with aplomb. So well, that it's the opening for today's blog.

He also tells a narrative or two through his songs.  He sang penetrating Piedmont-style blues on his 12 string and evocative traditional folk songs on a Banjo he bought right here in Melbourne! He even said he'd probably leave it here, which prompted my fellow blogger to blurt with glee, "Giveaways!" But I think he probably meant he'll pick it up in December on his way down to Marion Bay Falls.

But let's face it, THE best thing about Charlie Parr is his guitar playing. He is so bloody adept. Last night Charlie Parr apologetically sat on the stage at the East Brunswick Club, the humble hairy creature that he is, and showed us that he clearly knows his way around a fretboard.

See Charlie Parr's performance of 1922 on YouTube

The crowd was ravishing after a rocketing performance by support act, the Brothers Grim. Lead singer James gave it his all, and then some. Wow.  At one stage he leapt into the crowd and with all those Jesus beards rubbing against one another, I felt like I was back in time. Bushranger time - what a thrill. The Brothers Grim describe themselves as bluesly Americana-style rock, and if you can catch them, do. They're hot.

Every single song Charlie sang was soaked up by the crowd of bearded enthusiasts, and Brunswick hipsters. Not least was his rendition of 'Cheap Wine'.  One cool cat was heard calling back through the crowd, "That was unbelievable, I've never heard it done that way before." 

I reckon the revellers in attendance would have stayed till dawn listening to the sweet finger-pickin' of Parr and insisted on an encore where a both a slow and upbeat song were delivered.  Nothing like finishing with an up tempo song, and joining in a completely unrhythmic white man's clapping effort. Again, what a thrill.

There was certainly a special spirit to the evening, which isn't guaranteed at a Thursday night gig.  It can be put down to a few things: authentic, real performances; completely humble musicians (I don't believe you James Grim - you might be a virgo - but I strongly doubt you were counting green m&ms backstage); and of course, facial hair.

5 woos out of 5