Timber Rock Amphitheater Hosts Old Crow Medicine Show

It was a bit out-of-character for people who like to be in bed by 10:00pm, but we went last night to hear Old Crow Medicine Show at Timber Rock Amphitheater, near Farmington--just adjacent to Fort Necessity National Battlefield, in the Laurel Highlands.  Before the concert, we had dinner in an old inn that's served travelers along the National Pike since 1822, "Stone House." It's got a really great restaurant in a huge old stone inn that still rents rooms.  The concert venue was pretty cool, with views of the sun setting and mists gathering out over distant wooded hills.  And Old Crow Medicine Show?  They put on a really phenomenal performance.  They looked like 6 or 7 drunk uncles up there on stage, swaggering and dancing and making dramatic faces.  They sing alternative country or Americana or Appalachian folk music, not easy to categorize, but they are all true musicians.  The front man would make frequent casual references to local rivers and beers and historical facts--Yuengling, the Youghiogheny--then stick a harmonica in his mouth and start to play a high energy, raucous song, then spit the harmonica out and start to sing.  No intermission, cocaine-like speed.  A stage hand would grab the harmonica and replace it with a violin, then the front man would play the violin while dancing and singing, all at break-neck speed, then toss the violin to the stage hand and start singing and playing the piano.  The stage hand was always running around, picking up the performers' cowboy hats and handing them musical instruments, until, much to your surprise, he too comes out onto the stage playing an accordion and stealing the show by tossing and spinning some kind of baton with amazing skill.  (And here, you thought he was just the stage hand.)  Most of these 7 entertainers have something of the court jester about them, and they put on a really great performance.  But just as good as the show was the audience, a motley, gyrating parade of stray humanity.  I'd say it was about 2/3 genuine rednecks (though OCMS typically has some progressive themes and lyrics) and about 1/3 aging folks from Squirrel Hill who hold disused degrees in philosophy or medieval dance.