Even plagued by a cold, Fisher puts on the same high-energy performance he’s so well known for. It’s a one-man show, but he fills the stage by strumming guitar, switching between handfuls of harmonicas, looping vocals on the fly, and taking a seat in front of the studio piano. He plays over a dozen songs from his catalogue, including hits like High School, Lemon Meringue Pie and Cigarette, as well covers of Peter Gabriel’s Solsbury Hill and Greg Brown’s Canned Goods. He also test drives a few as-yet-unrecorded songs, but not before issuing the disclaimer that he’s still fuzzy on most of his new material.
This proves unproblematic. The charm of a Jeremy Fisher show is its laidback style. His casual, relaxed approach, his lengthy between-songs banter, his willingness to fail in front of you (during a show, he once asked a fan to read him the lyrics to a new song from the liner notes), and his genuine love of entertaining, combine to offer his audiences a concert experience that is refreshing for its lack of artifice. Fisher might be on stage, but he might as well be in your basement. There’s no pretense here; just solid songwriting. In sickness and in health, Fisher delivers.
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