Review: Bonnie "Prince" Billy
The foyer of the Moore Theater was crawling with people during the early hours of the Bonnie Prince Billy show last Thursday (better late than never). It was a sea of sophisticated hats and seriously serious thick framed glasses. Like Urban outfitters—grown up. And with a venue like the Moore Theatre next to the Whiskey Bar, what else would you expect?
My inability to be punctual lead me to miss the opener, Pillars and Tongues, but judging by the response of the general masses, everyone was happy listening from the foyer, drinking a concoction of ginger ale and whiskey called Cursed Sleeps after a single on BPB’s album, The Letting Go. I followed suit. Tasty.
Bonnie Prince Billy’s epic voice echoed through the Moore theater, where the acoustics did not do his talent justice. Still, the dynamics between him and his band-mates swirled around the air to captivate the audience. Little chuckles rippled through the seats periodically in response to the “boingboing” of his mouth harp (which has other less politically correct names), and to the silly inside jokes that filled the spaces between songs. Their harmonies were so genuinely emotional, their playing so obviously enjoyable—none of it was contrived! Well, maybe Will Oldham’s dance moves were a bit contrived. That aside, his alternating pee pee dance and one legged hops were entertaining and quirky.
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