He wasn't born Bright Eyes. It’s just a moniker.
And before that he was known as Commander Venus.
He comes from the largest city in the State of Nebraska.
From The Gateway To The West.
Birthplace of Malcolm X, Fred Astaire and Marlon Brando.
I’ve here hot-foot from a Trans-Atlantic Boeing 747-700.
Head still ringing with thoughts of The Grevious Angel
and the mesquite
and Room 8 of the Joshua Tree Inn.
I’m in need of a showman. I’m in need of some entertainment.
The sometimes oblique and non-sequitur riddled
lyrics remind me a little of Beck Hansen,
whilst the shoulder length hair
and the all white attire
have me in mind of Lennon
on the pedestrian crossing at Abbey Road
or Jagger in the open air of Hyde Park in '69.
There is real-time back projection
and fresh flowers littering the stage, and yes,
praise the lords of alt-folk, there are two drummers.
And more than that, both drummers are female.
And one of them is wearing an Alice band and pop socks.
Need I really go on?
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