My Morning Jacket at the Ogden Theater. Two straight hours of psychedelic Southern rock in a late 60’s/early 70's classic rock vein. Not a band to waste time with idle chatter, no one onstage even acknowledged the audience until an hour and a half into the show, when lead singer Jim James babbled some incomprehensible lines about "doing it Denver style," then promptly made us forget his nonsensical mutterings with a bone-crushing version of "Magheeta" from It Still Moves. I'm afraid to jinx myself, but I have yet to see a bad show since I moved to Denver.
1.14.2007
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My Morning Jacket at the Ogden Theater. Two straight hours of psychedelic Southern rock in a late 60’s/early 70's classic rock vein. Not a band to waste time with idle chatter, no one onstage even acknowledged the audience until an hour and a half into the show, when lead singer Jim James babbled some incomprehensible lines about "doing it Denver style," then promptly made us forget his nonsensical mutterings with a bone-crushing version of "Magheeta" from It Still Moves. I'm afraid to jinx myself, but I have yet to see a bad show since I moved to Denver.
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