In the sweltering heat of the Lucky Barn, Steve Gunn softly mentioned that he thought about going McEnroe. It was a reference to the infamous tennis player, McEnroe, sporting the headband. That statement made everyone who is familiar with the player’s reputation to laugh out loud. The tennis player who lashed outrageous temperaments when things didn’t suit him is not how you would ever imagine Gunn to react. He carried an aura of a seasoned performer, cool and collective. Much like his sound, he was grounded with a little hint of play to keep things skipping along.
He is the modern cowboy who works diligently and seemingly monotonous. You can detect rich soil-hinted with clean ionized minerals in the drone. There is an organic quality within the meticulously crafted jam. The polished wood guitar he straps seems to be a metaphor or foreshadow of his story. At the end, there is a sense of transcendence. It felt like being on a swing ride that reaches the highest point over while watching the sunset. One cannot resist looking forward to another session of his tranquil universe.