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It’s impossible for this writer to maintain any kind of neutrality when dealing with an artist who a) plays with a Pixies tribute band b) has toured with Lucero c) was nominated for a Grammy at age five, and d) has a Shel Silverstein tribute album on the way. Basically, there’s no way that Bobby Bare Jr. doesn’t completely rule, in my humbly smitten opinion. This blue-blooded Nashville son—his father, Bobby Bare, was a top-40 staple for years—brings the rock, without all the pretension. Take into evidence 2006’s “The Longest Meow.” Eleven tracks, eleven hours, eleven musicians—sounds gimmicky, right? Well, in less than a full rotation of the clock, Bare laid down a take on classic country that could only have been produced after Nirvana, after the Brit-pop invasion, after the Pixies and, of course, after only eleven hours. So what does it all mean? Simply put, it means that you have to go see Bobby Bare Jr. do his thing before you die. Hey look, he’s playing at Schubas. (K. Tighe)
Saturday, January 5 at Schubas