The Triple Door Presents

 

Wednesday / May 18, 2016

 

7:30pm Show - 6:00pm Doors open and dinner service begins in the Theater {All Ages} 

 

$16 Advance

$18 Day of Show

Purchase tickets online or by calling our Box Office at 206.838.4333.

 

Suites are also available for private parties and special events. Call our Private Dining department at 206.838.4312 to reserve a private suite for the show.

 

I first saw Foucault play in a little Missoula theatre years ago, when many of us who grew up spinning our elders’ albums—Townes and Dylan, John Prine and Greg Brown—wandered around dolorously wondering when the next real songwriter would come along. Stetson sweaty, that little vagabond spark in his eye, he spun out a long Beam-fueled set and when it was over I walked out into the warm rain and thought, Damn. So that’s where he’s been. Since then Foucault has given American poetry some of its most vital lines and his musical searchings have become touchstones of density and durability. On this new record—his most poignant, honest, even scathing—his cry is a belt of pure blue Wisconsin lake ice with a back of December sunlight angling through bare limbed birches. Not so much penned as lived, these songs—about a show played perfectly to an empty bar, the real ones who die with nothing half the time— offer listeners that rare artistic combination of a voice and a world. And while there’s nothing not lonely about these songs, you can’t hear them and feel remotely alone. Here is our hurricane lamp, the heart whose flame won’t go out, whatever the wind. Hold it close.

-Chris Dombrowski (from the liner notes to SALT AS WOLVES)