Like James Taylor before him, David Wilcox has mastered the folkie sound that manages to evade the taste in your mouth most music in its genre leaves: a sickly sentimentality sweet enough to leave one wishing for a root canal. With well over 15 years under his belt as a kind of college-town troubadour, Wilcox employs the kind of lyrical candor and intimate political vision from which Joni Mitchell forged some of the finest folk albums of the 20th century. Musically, Wilcox lands somewhere between Leo Kotkke and Greg Brown -- a talented acoustic guitar player. With over a dozen CDs under his belt (including his latest release, Into the Mystery) and 15 years of making music professionally, he's also proved himself a solid brick musical house in a world where big bad wolves blow straw huts of fleeting trends down every day.
capsule David Wilcox
Benet Hill Center Auditorium 2577 N. Chelton Road
Fri., Jan. 9 at 7:30 p.m.
$22, $18 for Black Rose Acoustic Society members