Jaymay, Gregory and the Hawk, Kayoko
1001 SE Morrison St.
[A MUTABLE FEIST] You can't trudge through open mics for upward of a decade without allowing certain tendencies to calcify, and Jaymay, a veteran performer within New York's anti-folk unscene, long ago became an acquired taste. Any harbored dreams of Regina Spektor-dom were forgotten the moment brassy scatting entered her otherwise spartan instrumental repertoire. For a certain breed of singer-songwriter acolyte, though, a simplistic voicing of emotional resonance really is all they need. Her devotees delightedly describe the former Jamie Seerman as a streamlined Bob Dylan shorn of wasteful attention to songcraft or lyrical complexity. Worse yet, they're just the sort of overbearing superfans who'll try and sell the uninitiated on Jaymay's powers by harnessing the evocative associations of playing a favored song during anniversary party, time of mourning or, per the demands of one besotted cast member, the climactic events of last season's How I Met Your Mother. By superfans, I meant cult, really.
Address: 1001 SE Morrison St.