The David Wilcox success story reads with a predictability that's damn near awe-inspiring. A student from a small college nestled in North Carolina's Great Smoky Mountains, Wilcox settled into a cozy local club where his literate, confessional folk style was admired by a group of loyal regulars. Whether or not anyone noticed it at the time, his warm vocals, strange guitar tunings and impeccable sense of life's small ironies attempted to bridge the gap that divides '70s icons James Taylor and Joni Mitchell from wordsmiths such as Richard Thompson and Elvis Costello, who came into their own on the heels of punk. A lofty goal, but a worthy one.
Soon, more than just the folks around Wilcox's Asheville, North Carolina home began to take him a little more seriously, and the inevitable lucky break came in Nashville in 1988, just another stop along the small touring circuit he had designed to limit the chances of car problems. A scout from A&M Records saw Wilcox's show at the Bluebird Cafe and drew up a contract. Wilcox, impressed with A&M's hands-off approach to its artists, signed a deal soon thereafter. What followed were a trio of modestly brilliant releases -- 1989's How Did You Find Me Here, 1991's Home Again and 1994's Big Horizon -- all of which chart the evolution of a thoroughly introspective individual in the vivid language of an earthy, modern-day poet.
Good as it is, though, the Ohio-bred singer/songwriter's studio work gives little indication of the emotional charge exchanged between audience and performer at a typical David Wilcox show. And to be quite honest, neither does the new East Asheville Hardware, a pleasant enough roundup of live Wilcox favorites such as "Johnny's Camaro," "Fearless Love" and "Top of My Head." You've likely heard the claim many times before, but in this case, it bears repeating: nothing beats Wilcox in the flesh. His wry between-song asides, amusing stories, gorgeous baritone and discreet intricacies on guitar have a way of humanizing even the largest venues and making everyone feel a part of Wilcox's remarkable little universe -- for the night, anyway. -- Hobart Rowland
David Wilcox performs at 7 and 9:30 p.m. Thursday, April 4, at Rockefeller's, 3620 Washington Avenue. Tickets are $15, $24.50 and $27.50. For info, call 869-8427.
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