ジョシュ・ブローリンのインスタグラム(joshbrolin) - 3月29日 12時35分

The truck’s dirty and the tank is empty. Start it up anyway and head toward Bakersfield. Go North on the 101 then East on 23. The hills go Irish green, and the fences start to go crude, and splintery. We pass a closed gas station like a brush stroke, and ahead holds miles of electrical lines, a testament sign that you’re definitely in the wild very west. Eventually the top of the old tower at six flags then north on the 5 — few miles more easterly on the 99. The Avett Brothers and crew are humble and laconic. There is an air in the rehearsal room of anticipation but barely. There are smiles and hugs first, then some embarrassed shoe gazing, and eventually an allowance of something organic, as both parties have a healthy loathing for that stanky wall of insincerity. They call us into their ritual break and we help break, and they immediately shift into another mode. It’s a musician’s voltage, that possessed fear-buzz that overtakes when you know the lights are going down and you follow the glow tape to your instrument and position yourself to let loose. The Avett Brothers were electric, sad, Clash-y, longing, old school and down home for last night’s concert in Bakersfield. We had to drive back to LA but couldn’t remove ourself until the last song. They are a musical hand that reaches out and makes your heart hurt and laugh and by the time you leave you’ve had a full blown affair with their hovering eclectic muse. Thank you guys, all of you, for last night. It was a potpourri of genius, dirt clod notes. We ran outta gas on the way home, ate at Taco Bell, and slept in the parking lot. Heaven. All of it. @theavettbrothers

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