It’s been a good, better, best kind of week. And it only took through Tuesday.
By the time we were standing downstage right (LDG: “Right? Where are you? That’s left!”) for Sylvan Esso’s return trip to The Fillmore, I had already reevaluated my stance on a previously despised commerce-driven holiday; rekindled a list-driven exploration of Nordic pop; and rediscovered a central coast hideaway, heretofore nothing more than a power plant curiosity, that is home to both a bevy of sea otters and a treasure trove of Shakespeare aficionados.
And then, of course, the show Tuesday night was fantastic. Continue reading Sylvan Esso: Fillmore Part Deux