I convinced Brittany to delay her return to New Hampshire for Christmas because we couldn’t miss the awkwardly amazing men of Trampled By Turtles. Even though their show competed with Dave Chappelle down the street at the Louisville Palace, we (along with a sold out crowd) were more than happy with our decision to see them again – TBT even tweeted that they would have loved to see Dave, but that they were happy we stayed to see them!
This is the third or fourth time we’ve seen Trampled By Turtles but it’s probably the first time it has been inside, since every other time has been at a festival, but the Brown Theater is always a great stage for any group. I’m not sure if I am the perfect amount of tipsy every time we see them, or what it is exactly, but each time their majestic string, folky, and harmony-heavy music is exactly what I need. They have just the right amount of delicate lyrics matched with the perfect amount of both individual and group typical bluegrass jamming. It’s never too much, nor too little and I always sway and whistle my way through the show, wanting for more. (In reality – if I’m totally honest – anytime you have a bunch of flannel wearing, bearded dudes playing some strings, we’re in.) This particular show, however, made me realize that mandolin player Erik Berry may be the game changer for Trampled. He doesn’t say much, which is pretty descriptive of all five of them, but he stands over at the end of the stage and plays the hell out of the mandolin. He’s probably not the person your eyes are drawn to initially, but you can’t miss the sound he’s making.
There was some talk amongst the ROMP Street Team Facebook group (including a few actual insiders who know things) that TBT could be joining John Prine for this year’s festival. Unfortunately, a recent “RooCloo” might have hinted to TBT heading to the farm and Bonnaroo, which with contract B.S. would mean no ROMP. That’s a bummer, but I’m certainly glad we caught them to close out the year.