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The Tallest Man on Earth @ Troubadour, 3/26/09

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Looking like a rockabilly dandy with James Dean hair and a Clark Gable mustache, The Tallest Man on Earth otherwise known as Kristian Matsson took the stage last Thursday night looking like the most American Swede I had ever seen. With his neatly rolled up sleeves, tight jeans, and old fashioned shoes, Matsson dressed the part of a troubadour from the early 1960s reminiscent of a young Johnny Cash. So much so that at one point someone yelled out Cash's name for no apparent reason to which Matsson smiled and said, "I think he's dead, sir."

Reflecting the stark simplicity of The Tallest Man on Earth's set the stage was bare. There were no flashing lights or smoke machines. It was a man, a guitar, a microphone,and a wooden chair. Holding the audience rapt attention, Matsson filled the air with intricate melodies on his acoustic guitars which contrasted sharply with his harsh gravelly voice. The only rhythm section that was the clapping of the audience keeping time with the music.