It's rare that I follow new music, and I always trust that instead of seeking it out, the best will make it's way to me. While at Petty Fest in New York City a couple months ago, a singer rushed on stage after playing his own show down the street. His name was Josh Tillman. With curiosity, I discovered his album was produced by the one and only Jonathon Wilson and that his manager was George Augusto, someone I trust in taste and many other things. So for the first time ever (aside from Jim Ford) I purchased Josh Tillman's album on iTunes, under the name "Father John Misty". While homesick for Los Angeles, I immediately fell in love with the entirety of his album. This is not a singles record, it's an entire listening experience. Moments like, "I'm a dodgers fan", and "Hollywood here I come" hit home for me, and through the streets of New York, to the flight home, I awaited his performance in Los Angeles which finally happened two nights ago. Accompanied by Amanda Longstreth and Ruby Aldridge we danced our asses off. So much so that the security lady behind us said, verbatim, "if you put your hands up one more time, I'm going to have to ask you to leave". Really? At a concert... perhaps it was the typical Los Angeles, "I'm too cool to move vibe", or maybe the sound was off. Who the heck cares, I knew every word and my lady friends were right there with me. It was exactly what I had hoped for. Not to mention, his craftily selected band mates are all humble, sweet and talented. As well as his gorgeous natural beauty of a girlfriend (also a pleasant surprise).
