Written by Samuel Barker
ImageI must admit that I am a little late to finding Chris Knight. For nearly 2 decades, Knight has been release great albums that have received attention from critics, fellow musicians who cover the songs and, most importantly, music fans everywhere. For the past 2 years, since I heard his latest album, Little Victories, I’ve done my best to soak up as much of his catalog as I could.

Knight’s live show is much like his songwriting. There is no cute banter, no attempts to add to a statement with clever wordplay nor is there insincerity. The songs stand as their own little tales and Knight does nothing to take away from their spot as the center of his show.

Flanked by a 3-piece band, Knight kicked off the night with a half-muffled “How ya’ll doin’?” in his deep Kentucky drawl and went straight into Becky’s Bible.

The 90-minute set rolled along at a blistering pace. The sound was excellent outside of the quiet moments when the beer-drinking Texas Country fans felt the need to hoot and holler or take cell phone pictures of themselves.

To Knight, it appeared none of this mattered. He was telling his stories and it was your loss if you did not take the time to listen. For this reviewer and a majority of other folks in the audience, attention was something we were not willing to give up. Small town American life was being told through various tales and mental imagery relayed through Knight’s lyrics.

ImageIt was not a rare occasion to hear the audience singing the lyrics of the songs back to Knight, who, on occasion, would crack a bit of a grin. For being an artist that has released the majority of his albums all by himself, that is quite the accomplishment.

The set list on this night included In the Meantime, Little Victories, Hell Ain’t Half Full, Framed, Down the River, House and 90 Acres and plenty of other songs that showcased the vast catalog of songs Knight has created over the years.

And just like it started, the set ended. With a farewell, just as muffled as the introduction, Knight said “Thank ya’ll…” and retreated to the backstage area with his band. No fanfare, no declaration of final song as an attempt to pull every ounce of attention he could out of the audience, just 90 minutes of music and if you were not smart enough to listen to it, it was your loss. How can you not respect that?