Don't Call It a Comeback

Looking back at this year's Old Settler's Music Fest.

By Jim Caligiuri, 2:38PM, Mon. Apr. 23, 2007

I skipped Friday because the lineup just didn’t seem to be worth the trek to Driftwood. I’d seen Sam Bush and Ruthie Foster fairly recently, and I can live without ever seeing John Cowan again. I arrived early enough Saturday afternoon to catch a quick hello backstage with my old friend Jim Lauderdale before the country songwriter took to the big stage for a set of familiar tunes mixed with some from the two discs he released in 2006. While Lauderdale’s goofy jokes gave way to groans, his songs remain sing-along catchy. On the smaller stage, Boston’s raven-haired Sarah Borges, newly signed to Sugar Hill Records, looked like Chrissie Hynde and brought the twang with a hint of punk. Peter Rowan followed with a mix of reggae and Americana that was a perfect match for the easygoing afternoon. With Cindy Cashdollar on Dobro and steel guitar, his invocations of the American West soared.

Sound problems marred the much-anticipated appearance by Iris DeMent. She spent some time getting acquainted with her piano, but she soon settled into a rambling set of old and new tunes. She changed some of the older songs melodically, which made for an interesting listen, but the incessant gloom she conjured became overwhelming. The atmosphere lightened considerably with the appearance of Robbie Fulks and Danny Barnes. As expected, they’re a delightful match. Barnes even rolled out a couple of Bad Livers tunes, while Fulks’ “In Bristol Town One Bright Day” hushed the assembled with its intensity. Joan Osborne rounded out the day with songs that veered from Eighties arena rock to rootsy blues to a tender reading of the Grateful Dead’s “Brokedown Palace.”

There was so much that I missed, but that’s what makes a good festival – infinite possibilities for each attendee to have a unique, affecting experience. It feels great to say that, once again, Old Settler’s has become one of those.

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