What to say about a group that channels Mahalia Jackson, Joe Cocker, Johnny Cash and John Denver while playing dozens of instruments and just having a little talk with Jesus? Well, at the very least it was great fun to the folks who packed The Bridge and toe tapped along. I didn't even mention the humor and the nod to 1940s jazz. The show moved at an energetic pace that was a delightful showcase of musical talent and interesting personalities.
I come from a family of music appreciators. That is to say, a rare few of us have musical talent, and for the most part, the ones who are musical married in. However, you won't find a better audience than my kin. Even at my grandfather's funeral, there was a country gospel quartet and band at the church. Everyone thought it was appropriate since he found such pleasure in listening to the music during his life. The preacher even quoted PaPa when the musicians finished, "Boys, the only thing wrong with that was you didn't play and sing long enough!" The congregation smiled because we remembered the rest of what he'd say, "Coulda done with more singin' and less preachin'."
The Dill Pickers definitely left us wanting more, and I hope to get the opportunity to hear them again soon.