In 2009 I went to see Charlie Louvin play a small club in L.A. on a rainy night in February. Not long into his set the power went out. Sudden darkness, no sound. Louvin said no mind, I'll play anyway. Shortly thereafter the club managed to get some auxiliary power cooking for the amps and monitors, and the show went on - illuminated in part by flashlights and candles. It was surreal. Listening to the forthcoming Alex Chilton collection, Electricity By Candlelight, I have to imagine the vibe was similar.
Tales of a stripped down serenade . . .
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