Last night I had the lovely pleasure of attending the Carbon Leaf concert at the greatest music hall on earth, The Independent. While I was impressed by the overall experience and polish the group exhibited (and the lead singer's 80's hair), I was struck dumb by guitarist Carter Gravatt's solo. His hands moved so quickly across the strings and his fingers danced so deftly and demonically that I was utterly bewitched by him.Naturally I checked for a wedding ring (sorry, RTT) and he is unfortunately already strumming entrancing lullabies to some other (inferior) gal, but that should not stop you from checking out the band and their guitar beacon. He was incredible.
