It’s been a while since I’ve seen these boyos, but this past Sunday Frank Turner & the Sleeping Souls played one hell of a show at the Portland Zoo (of all places).
They put on an incredible live set as they always do, with the added benefit of hanging out with some of the zoo critters. Who knew that porcupines were so cute?
As is well documented by FT fans, no one puts in touring work like these guys. This was performance 1938, going way back to those early days in North London. They’re about to hit Red Rocks and all kinds of other big-deal spots across North America. As usual, they whipped up the crowd, had fans sing along, and played songs that hearken back to those early pub days just as much as they evoke massive arenas now.
I’m always glad when our paths cross. Here’s to those thousands more shows they’ve got ahead, and all the great music they’ve already given us, and all that’s to come.