Thursday, August 18, 2005
Jackie Greene was discovered at an open mic night in 2001.
Ever since, doors have opened, carpets have unrolled, and audiences have listened in rapt attention.
At 24, Greene already is carving a place for himself as one of the great singer-songwriters of his generation.
His sound draws from the classics such as Woody Guthrie -- when men were singing from their prison cells or from the edge of train yards. His songs are full of regrets that don't match his years. He must be channeling.
You probably have never heard of Greene, but as his music sweeps through you at tonight's concert, you'll get that adrenaline-rush feeling of discovering something new that will stay with you for years.
His lyrics paint portraits. They tell stories. It's hard not to picture this woman as Greene sings, "She's naked alone on her bed / she's rotting herself to the core / nobody knows what's going on in her head / no one cares anymore ... Madeleine's makeup is smeared on her face / it looks like she's been burned in a fire / with her switchblade eyes / and her gun metal grace / she walks with her toes to the wire ... She walks with a purpose / so tall and so proud / but I know she has nowhere to go."