Stirlander
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Well, I've posted about Reed Foehl before. He's a folk artist (and D55 player) that I love.
However, I had the chance to see him live as well as chat with him for a couple minutes this Saturday; I had a absolute great experience.
Well, when he came on stage, the first thing I noticed was a strip of duct tape running up the lower bout to just right of the bridge, which was a sad sight to see. Anyway, I could not find anyone in the whole theater that knew who Reed Foehl was at all, they'd all come to see the artist that Reed was opening for, and from the time we lined up outside until the time that Reed actually hit the stage, the club was full of murmurs like, "I hope this guy is GOOOD." "I wish there was someone better opening." etc, etc. Foehl came out on stage, plugged in his guitar, smiled, and proceeded to win over the crowd in the space of one song. By the end of his first one, besides him, there was no other sound in the whole building. Even the bartenders and the few stragglers left clamoring for a drink, stopped and just listened.
I sat in the front row, and being such a huge fan, knew every word and sang along with him. After the third of fourth song, a lady tapped me on the shoulder and asked me if I was like his brother or something (since I actually KNEW who he was and his music). I told her no, but that I was a huge fan of his and had been listening to him for several years.
Anyway, the rest of the concert was amazing. I have never before seen such a passionate performer. He really feels his songs when he sings them. I was stunned by the emotion he conveyed.
Afterwards, he was out at his merch booth selling cds and t-shirts and signing autographs. I went and stood in line, bought two of his CDs (One of which I already owned, just not signed) and went to have him sign them. I approached him and he shook my hand and said, "Hey, are you Clayne?" I was taken aback, how did one of my song-writing heroes know me by name? We'd never met. Shocked and excited I said yes. "I recognize you from Facebook." It was true, I'd mentioned him several times, including once that day stating how excited I was to see him play that night. We talked for as long as he could spare and still pay attention to the others waiting to shake his hand and get autographs from.
I learned a few things. His D55 is a 1980. He cracked it the day before while doing on on-air radio interview. It took a fall in the studio and just hit the ground wrong. He thinks it will cost about $400 dollars to repair, but he says its worth it since he likes that guitar so much.
However, I had the chance to see him live as well as chat with him for a couple minutes this Saturday; I had a absolute great experience.
Well, when he came on stage, the first thing I noticed was a strip of duct tape running up the lower bout to just right of the bridge, which was a sad sight to see. Anyway, I could not find anyone in the whole theater that knew who Reed Foehl was at all, they'd all come to see the artist that Reed was opening for, and from the time we lined up outside until the time that Reed actually hit the stage, the club was full of murmurs like, "I hope this guy is GOOOD." "I wish there was someone better opening." etc, etc. Foehl came out on stage, plugged in his guitar, smiled, and proceeded to win over the crowd in the space of one song. By the end of his first one, besides him, there was no other sound in the whole building. Even the bartenders and the few stragglers left clamoring for a drink, stopped and just listened.
I sat in the front row, and being such a huge fan, knew every word and sang along with him. After the third of fourth song, a lady tapped me on the shoulder and asked me if I was like his brother or something (since I actually KNEW who he was and his music). I told her no, but that I was a huge fan of his and had been listening to him for several years.
Anyway, the rest of the concert was amazing. I have never before seen such a passionate performer. He really feels his songs when he sings them. I was stunned by the emotion he conveyed.
Afterwards, he was out at his merch booth selling cds and t-shirts and signing autographs. I went and stood in line, bought two of his CDs (One of which I already owned, just not signed) and went to have him sign them. I approached him and he shook my hand and said, "Hey, are you Clayne?" I was taken aback, how did one of my song-writing heroes know me by name? We'd never met. Shocked and excited I said yes. "I recognize you from Facebook." It was true, I'd mentioned him several times, including once that day stating how excited I was to see him play that night. We talked for as long as he could spare and still pay attention to the others waiting to shake his hand and get autographs from.
I learned a few things. His D55 is a 1980. He cracked it the day before while doing on on-air radio interview. It took a fall in the studio and just hit the ground wrong. He thinks it will cost about $400 dollars to repair, but he says its worth it since he likes that guitar so much.
