Happy hooting and hollering dies down as the slender, laid-back fellow in ripped jeans, gray shirt, vest and trademark fedora pauses between blues tunes pulled deep from his gut. “Hey, this for me?” he asks, leaning down to retrieve a Rum and Coke at the lip of the stage. “Thank you, brother,” he says to the provider of the libation. “Cheers.”
Green Valley Ranch Ovation Lounge
Despite her Vermont origins, Grace Potter has the talking voice of a California-bred Playboy surf bunny—husky, ditzy blondish, laced with innuendo. Her singing voice is just as sexy, but it’s also a powerful, wild instrument, Janis Joplin-like in the way it stirs a range of emotions.