On Tuesday night at the Highline Ballroom you could almost get inside José González’s guitar, and it was loud in there. For a musician whose appeal seems to be an even, responsible, enlightened serenity — don’t-wake-the-baby music — he was nice and forceful, just alone with his instrument, his voice dry and his guitar laden with echo. Nylon-string guitars often produce a rounded sound, but with his economical, decisive, percussive strikes he made a sound like an ax splitting a log.(continue at nytimes.com)
photo by Rahav Segev
