Words by Michael “Grits” Smith. Photos by Anna “HashBrowns” Vernon.
Josh Ritter is the Richard Simmons of indie-folk music. He is sprightly, afro’ed with an ever present grin, and constantly skipping giddily around the stage. And from the moment the vintage, cartoon-proportioned incandescents that were part of Mr. Ritter’s theatrical stage get-up illuminated the stage at the Granada, the singer songwriter had the entire audience captivated like children watching a Disney sing-along.
Tuesday night at Granada consisted of 26 songs from the talented Mr. Ritter’s catalogue. Josh’s music certainly pays homage to many notable vintage songwriters, from Neil Young and Simon & Garfunkel, all the way to Springsteen and Tom Waits, but keeps tempo with many contemporaries, such as Death Cab and the Decemberists. Backed by a band sporting mostly turn-of-the-19th-century-bartender garb (who had no trouble keeping up with the skippy front man), Ritter drifted from dreamy sounding folk, to back-beated, up-tempo rock, and into his own brand of (what can I can only think to label as) forest-folk. Read the rest of the review after the jump.