Father John Misty is the knock yer socks right off real deal.

FJM at TVH on Saturday night, photo by me.

I saw a solo show by Father John Misty a.k.a. Josh Tillman on Saturday night in a tiny room at The Virgin Hotel—thanks, Blake, for the awesome invite—and was blown away. I was warned the guy was kind of a tool or a dick or at the very least just kind of all around rude but I found him charming, not that he couldn't have gotten away with rude, because when you've got the goods like he has the goods you can get away with rude.

Anyway, read my review of the show.

Then buy a copy of his new album I Still Love You, Honeybear when it comes out tomorrow. You'll thank me for it. And I say that as a dude who might have just slept on this release were it not for Saturday's show and am now reeling at the thought I might have missed out on its gorgeousness.