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our songwriter/composer Sean Goggins is mentioned and his song is quoted, third paragraph down.

From Devendra Banhart, a dose of lyrical whimsy
By James Parker, Globe Correspondent | October 25, 2005
SOMERVILLE -- ''Welcome to the windy, windy, windy part of the show," said Devendra Banhart, sitting cross-legged and long-haired at the edge of the stage.
His meaning was unclear. Indeed, it is quite possible that he meant nothing at all and was simply enjoying the musicality of the word ''windy." Banhart is that kind of performer; the whimsy flows free, and how much you love him rather depends on how much of it you can take.
Part of the whimsy may be strategic. On Banhart's narrow shoulders is loaded quite a responsibility -- the custodianship of the entire ''freak-folk" movement currently making the Incredible String Band as modish a musical influence as the Gang of Four. But Wednesday night at the Somerville Theatre, the 24-year-old singer-songwriter seemed determined to prove his spirit was still unchained. He jitterbugged, talked nonsense,<b> and at one point handed his guitar to a young audience member named Sean, who sang a song of his own composition that featured the lines ''An eye that wells up with tears/ Is the kind of eye to look back on the years."</b>
In such a context Banhart's music itself was a welcome surprise. With his new album, ''Cripple Crow," he has moved away from the acoustic woolgathering that made his name and into something a little more honed.
The ''folk" tag is now clearly a misnomer; Banhart and his band Hairy Fairy play a sweet-centered globalistic blues, with a swish of bossa nova here and a twinkle of North African guitar there. It is all disarmingly pretty. Live, the interplay between Banhart's guitar and bandmate Noah Georgeson's was lovely; if Television's Tom Verlaine and Richard Lloyd had been big-eyed flower children, they might have played this way.
Fine of feature, pure of voice, Banhart is adored. His audience whooped and bayed, sending up body-temperature wafts of patchouli. The percussion jam ''Feel Just Like a Child" shook them like a psychedelic palsy. Anything that looked like freedom was hurrahed, and anything that smacked of repression, as when a theater manager announced some fire regulations before the show, was lavishly booed. This flare-up of hippie energy should not be underestimated: Banhart could be rolling for years with his army of Devendra-heads.
Opener Tarantula AD was less a band than a replay of a San Francisco loft party circa 1973. Large numbers of people milled about, some in costume, some holding instruments, and an uninteresting chaos covered the stage. - boston globe

our songwriter/composer Sean Goggins is mentioned and his song is quoted, third paragraph down.

From Devendra Banhart, a dose of lyrical whimsy
By James Parker, Globe Correspondent | October 25, 2005
SOMERVILLE -- ''Welcome to the windy, windy, windy part of the show," said Devendra Banhart, sitting cross-legged and long-haired at the edge of the stage.
His meaning was unclear. Indeed, it is quite possible that he meant nothing at all and was simply enjoying the musicality of the word ''windy." Banhart is that kind of performer; the whimsy flows free, and how much you love him rather depends on how much of it you can take.
Part of the whimsy may be strategic. On Banhart's narrow shoulders is loaded quite a responsibility -- the custodianship of the entire ''freak-folk" movement currently making the Incredible String Band as modish a musical influence as the Gang of Four. But Wednesday night at the Somerville Theatre, the 24-year-old singer-songwriter seemed determined to prove his spirit was still unchained. He jitterbugged, talked nonsense,<b> and at one point handed his guitar to a young audience member named Sean, who sang a song of his own composition that featured the lines ''An eye that wells up with tears/ Is the kind of eye to look back on the years."</b>
In such a context Banhart's music itself was a welcome surprise. With his new album, ''Cripple Crow," he has moved away from the acoustic woolgathering that made his name and into something a little more honed.
The ''folk" tag is now clearly a misnomer; Banhart and his band Hairy Fairy play a sweet-centered globalistic blues, with a swish of bossa nova here and a twinkle of North African guitar there. It is all disarmingly pretty. Live, the interplay between Banhart's guitar and bandmate Noah Georgeson's was lovely; if Television's Tom Verlaine and Richard Lloyd had been big-eyed flower children, they might have played this way.
Fine of feature, pure of voice, Banhart is adored. His audience whooped and bayed, sending up body-temperature wafts of patchouli. The percussion jam ''Feel Just Like a Child" shook them like a psychedelic palsy. Anything that looked like freedom was hurrahed, and anything that smacked of repression, as when a theater manager announced some fire regulations before the show, was lavishly booed. This flare-up of hippie energy should not be underestimated: Banhart could be rolling for years with his army of Devendra-heads.
Opener Tarantula AD was less a band than a replay of a San Francisco loft party circa 1973. Large numbers of people milled about, some in costume, some holding instruments, and an uninteresting chaos covered the stage. - boston globe