Griffin House: A Breath of Fresh Air
29-Sep-05
Lately I’ve been really getting into folk and acoustic rock-type music. I still remember the day not too manny moons ago when I was turned on to John Prine. It was like a whole new world had opened to me. I wondered how the hell I had never heard of this guy. Ever since my Prine revelation I’ve been searching for more acoustic guitar-centered music like a mom missing her kid in the mall.
I am proud to report that good acoustic music is alive and well in the United States of America and there are new artists pumping fresh, inspiring music into the mix. I was reminded of this during the August 28 airing of Sunday Morning, which recommended several great “new” artists. New is an interesting term though, as I caught Mary Gauthier live in a bar about three years ago, and even then she’d been a singer/songwriter for like a hundred years. Whatever. She’s awesome.
Now along comes this Griffin House kid. He looks like he’s about eight years younger than me, which is depressing because I’m only 31. His music is awesome. Fresh, spunky, yet traditional and thumping. His songs reach into you and make you want to dance, cry out, sing, and be glad that you’re a human. You know. What music is supposed to do. (Well, not always, but it’s nice whet it does do those things). And the whole time, he’s playing that most amazing instrument, the acoustic guitar. I love it. And you will too.