Tuesday night, I saw Rocktober out with style. My friend Diane and I went to TLA to see Butch Walker. I was still giddy from Saturday night's Jesse Malin show, and it felt like a real indulgence--it probably was one--to see another show before the endorphins from the previous show had even ebbed.
This was my second time seeing Butch. He's a great musician and a versatile singer, and he's written some amazing songs, but I can't write honestly about him without starting from a single basic fact: his charisma. No, that's not strong enough. His magnetism. I can't take my eyes off the guy. He throws himself wholeheartedly into his shows--a trait that's a whole lot rarer than it should be--and hits all the emotional stops from sorrow to elation.
Diane and I got to the venue early so we could get in the front row, which turns out to be a fantastic place to see a Butch Walker show--I know, big surprise!--because he's so interactive with his audience...again, a trait that's less common among performers than you might expect.
There's a whole lot more I could say about Butch Walker. His new material is moving, fueled by the recent death of his beloved father. He's got a high-powered other career producing a long list of artists you've heard of; he used to be in the heavy metal band South Gang and the nineties band Marvelous 3, and he's even written a pretty fascinating memoir about his life in the music biz. But I'll let Butch speak for himself: