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I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning

Author: Bart Schaneman
02/09/2005 | San Diego City Beat | | Live Show Preview
There's a story about a black-haired boy with an acoustic guitar. He started writing songs at a young age; his words were good but his voice craggy, some said bad. With a four-track in his basement he recorded all the words he wanted to tell the girls at school, all the words he wrote in his diary, all the words he couldn't speak.

Our hero was pushed to the stage at an early age with an acoustic guitar and cursed voice, his sorrow well-rehearsed. But this hero never wanted knight status, only to be a truth-teller. To him honesty equaled beauty. So he wrote his songs and he stood on stage with all his friends next to him. Sometimes he faced the audience, sometimes he looked away.

But the kids who read kept his words secret as long as they could, thinking I like it that you don't like it. "Yeah, his voice is no good, yeah the music's simple. Let's just turn it off and listen to something else, something polished and shiny sounding," all the while keeping their secret like a treasure map to a songwriter with purity.

On Jan. 25 he released two albums. One country, one digital. And now the secret's been spoken. The Associated Press found out and Reuter's picked him up, but a lot of people still can't quite understand. They say "I see this kid all over the place, but I don't get it. It's simple. His voice, it's all wrong."

And the kids—there are more of them now—they all just smile.
Bright Eyes tells it straight with Neva Dinova and Jesse Sykes and the Sweet Hereafter at Spreckels, 7:30 p.m. on Feb. 11. $24. 619-235-9500.