I sent this review to my erudite and musically connected friend in Vermont, who responds thusly:
"OMFG that writer is a douche. And he gets every single thing exactly wrong in that blurb (except that Potter really is a retread - it's just that she's a supremely talented retread). Fuck that asshat. And Chamberlain was almost unlistenable in their utter mediocrity! OMG this review makes me apoplectic and I don't even care about Grace Potter that much."
Kid did the drawing; Mom wrote the letter.
Rather than repeat the observation that the cyclist is an asshole, I'll point out that the pedestrian is not an "old man." I mean, come on.
I'm actually kind of glad I missed this set. The bloody banjo would have creeped me out and given me a sympathetic owie.
"Finally, you're newest 'American Idol' judge"
-cringe-
Re: “Frank's Wild Years”
Too salty.