Conner Youngblood moves through time with the stillness of a forest. The quiet, wild-haired musician seems like a visitor to earth imagining what places might be like in a 5th-element-Leeloo-way, Googling an image searching to satisfy his wanderlust. These musings are then interpreted into his music which is layered like the sounds of the wilderness where disparate existences form a cohesive whole. His dog Juneau is another peaceful soul who joins him on stage and occasionally pics out fans in the audience to get scratches from.
Friday night at the Moroccan lounge, was the final night of Youngblood’s tour promoting his beautiful album, Cheyenne. It’s a collectors dream which includes a sketchbook of his journeys and musings. Youngblood also sells prints of collages, little mementos of his thought process and a peek into his escape mechanism. Youngblood’s music has the atmospheric quality of Volcano Choir or any other Justin Vernon project and his falsetto crosses over into songbird at times. Birds have become, perhaps unintentionally, a part of his persona, as he explained in one of his charming stories that he wrote about The Birds of Finland after one of his Google searches and as a result was commissioned by the U.S. department of Fish and Wildlife who to inspire him took him bird watching. Now he’s a full on bird guy, an admitted Audubon subscriber. The type of guy who gets bird-related gifts for Christmas from his mom.
Youngblood is a continuous stream of consciousness, telling stories about retrieving a stolen bass guitar with random girl who knew some shady Canadians (I didn’t even know they existed). He also wrote a song called “Pizza Body” because he always wanted to write about his much beloved food and another called “My Brother’s Brother” about wishing he had a brother instead of five sisters to talk to about heartbreak. Finally, it must be noted, he closed his set with a song on a herdy gerdy for no other reason than he has a herdy gerdy. All in all, Conner Youngblood was a delightful experience and I expected at any moment the stage would be filled with woodland creatures called into the city by his songs.
Opening for Youngblood was Tim Carr who played a stripped down set of soft, pretty, melodic songs.
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