The last time I saw Willy Mason play,
he was wearing a pair of unflattering spectacles
and was accompanied by just
a younger, skinnier brother on drums.
Tonight, he's breezed into town
with a whole darn tooting band in tow.
Now, I like bands. It's not that. Bands are good.
But somehow, the extra musicians only serve
to dillute Willy's sound.
It's not until we get to the encore
that we get an opportunity to hear
Willy and his acoustic geetar sing out alone.
Instantly, things take on a more transcendant quality.
Instantly you can begin to hear why Willy
has managed to get hisself saddled with the tag of being
the latest in a long long line of "New Bob Dylans".
It's a tag that WIlly wears remarkably well
... though he don't talk too much.
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