So, another Carbon Leaf show and another kickass time!
February 13, 2009. My first time at Cat’s Cradle. Magnificence. There was a reunion between the Carbon Leaf fans (whether the middle aged women remember us or not — we know what they drink). This time, I was prepared. I knew the songs well.
I think we began with Comfort. I don’t quite remember. At least that was one of the earlier songs. That and Changeless. Toss in with some songs they didn’t sing last time — Paloma, Grey Eyes, and One Prairie Outpost being some of them and One Prairie Outpost quickly became my new fave. That loneliness — that sentiment of being stuck between two places became so tangible in the softness of Barry Privet’s voice — you can’t understand until you’re there.
I’m going to say that I was not very impressed with Barry this time around. Not to mention his new wacko hair (dude, cut it, for realz), but the Cradle was not up with the sound and being at the way front, I couldn’t hear too well, making me not fully experience the brilliance that is Barry’s voice. Also, I’m going to say that Carter was very distracting. He was so hella sexy — you think he was super awesome in his hat in the Raleigh show, well fuck, I almost jumped on stage and smacked that. Okay, I’m exaggerating. But he has this way with his mandolin and guitar. He just handles it so well, with a little worked up side smile that he has. It was magnificent.
Also, quite impressed with Terry the Teddy. He is so cool and nice. Also, Jon Markel (finally realized that’s the new bassist’s name) came out again with his standing bass — huge and awesome (that’s probably what she said lolz pplz). Jason behind everyone, drummin’ it so hard. Yeah, totally drummin’ it.
One last thing: the opener was Tripp and they were really good. Check them out, support local Chapel Hill bands!

I had issues with the sound, too. I think for future I will spend the Cradle shows comfortably near the back; it’s not like I haven’t been right up on them before, it was just disconcerting because you couldn’t really distinguish Barry’s voice above the instruments. (It was infinitely better to be close for the acoustic version of Learn to Fly, though.)
I still hold that the Raleigh show was definitely the best I’ve ever seen, though.