Matthew Good, a moody music god in my world, played at Edge 102.1 and I have so missed his brand of wistful melancholia.
He’s become an awkward little monkey when he’s grooving to the music but unlike the lovably bizarre Thom Yorke, there is such a connection to the material that it makes you understand how much of himself he’s put into his songs — a connection which translates and transports.
He doesn’t just perform his music, he feels it. And it makes us feel it, too. There is no pretense of looking cool or marketable when he’s inside the song. The performance is about the music in which he resides. He has a touch of Hendrix in that way.
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I am, forever and always, a Matthew Good fan.