Blake Kilgore Last Night at Bridgetown Pub

I am still recovering last night- hitting the pillow at 2 in the morning only to wake up at 7 to attend an important meeting for the National Writing Project at Rutgers. Due to lack of sleep alone, I couldn’t maintain my mental focus all day. The drowsiness was well worth the sacrifice of seeing Blake play live.

Blake Kilgore- the name sound straight out of a Kurt Vonnegut novel- is both a new friend and co-worker. Last night he played at the Bridgetown Pub in Mount Holly, NJ. Like Bordentown City, Mount Holly as a colonial town that has amassed architectural and historical character over the years only to see the main street businesses recently resurrected. I would like to think that people are retreating back to community-based city in fear of the McMansion and Condo Association building boom in what was once rural area.

Not much to say about Blake than this guy sings his lungs and heart out. He plays acoustic guitar to back his vocals. As a comparison, he reminds me of David Grey with American-influenced soul. You can hear the passion that drives his music; I could only hope to capture a fraction of that much power and emotion in just one song. I hope to invite my parents and a few friends out to see his upcoming shows.