Nikki Lane and Trampled by Turtles December 16, 2014
With a sweetness like Zooey Deschanel and a ferocity like Katy Perry, South Carolina native, Nikki Lane, charmed the audience Tuesday evening at the Music Farm. She eased into the performance with “Good Man”, an achy ballad about a girl flaccidly accepting the missteps of her man. She then light-heartedly jeered about her Greenville, SC roots and proceeded to sing “700,000 Rednecks”. Lane’s wit, outlaw country style and raw lyrics complement her sweet Nashville honky-tonk twang. Lane shared her charisma with members of the audience, encouraging them to look left and right and greet their neighbors (and possibly offer your neighbors more sensual favors that rhyme with “wanna truck”). The crowd adored her and brought her gifts from afar… including gold, frankincense and PBR (minus the gold and frankincense). She closed her performance with “Right Time”, an upbeat anthem for mischievous thrill-seekers. “If you’re looking for a good time, you and me we’ll get on just fine”- Nikki, Charleston concurs and can’t wait to have a good time with you again.
Trampled by Turtles
If there was any indication of the crowd’s unwavering anticipation and excitement for Trampled by Turtles, it may be that even the intermission music coming from the loud- speaker received an eruption of applause just before the band took the stage. The banjo started like the soft putter of cherub wings then evolved into a beautiful brouhaha of stringed oblivion. The crowd goes wild before even a single word is muttered. These Minnesota men opened the evening with “Walt Whitman”. The fiddle rang out like burning rubber on a tire, but in the best kind of way. This 5 member band, originated in 2003 out of Duluth, MN, admitted it was their first time in Charleston, SC. They seemed real pleased to be here, as did the sold out crowd at the Music Farm on this Tuesday evening. TBT upped the tempo under convulsing blue lights with “Wait So Long”. The crowd was elated and the whole room joined in song. To close the evening, TBT returned to satiate the pleading encore by performing the Pixies’ “Where is my Mind” followed by the Band’s “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down”. TBT’s secret recipe of bluegrass, folk, pop and rock make their style incomparable and untouchable by other artists of past and present. After their performance, any questions as to how the venue was sold out and packed to the rafters on a cold Tuesday evening were vanquished. Upon exiting, one concert goer remarked, “How is it over? That was amazing!” Touché my friend, touché.