Jason freaking Webley.
My god.
Going to my second Amanda Palmer show in as many months. This guy is the opener, he walks onstage with some weird mix of hobo and metalhead hair and an accordion.
I immediately think this is gonna suck.
He starts playing, and it's meh, nothing very interesting. Then he really started playing. The man turned into a pirate-tom-waits with a mic-ed floor for stomping on and a vocal roar that dominated the place. Great writer, great singer, great stage presence.
Then he and Amanda P played a bunch of stuff that was terribly fun and I bought all his CD's, which aren't as good, sadly, as his impassioned solo performance.
He makes me want to make music.