Went to the Brand Bookshop in Glendale today, and randomly, there was Frank Fairfield just standing outside, playing AMAZING music. Nobody even knew who the hell he was, inside the bookstore or out. He just was standing there, playing, a tin can at his feet. It was one of the most amazing things I’ve seen in this city.
I first saw Frank last year when he opened for Fleet Foxes at The Echo. He showed up on a bicycle with an old banjo, old guitar, old violin, and old wooden chair strapped to his back, and then went inside and played some AMAZING music.
Fleet Foxes subsequently took him on tour through the Fall. Since then, he’s developed a little bit more of a following and put out an EP (which you can and should get on iTunes).
Please check him out, and buy his record. He is as if he stepped off a train from 100 years ago, and his sudden appearance today at the old bookstore was almost phantasmagorical.
Frank Fairfield is the closest I’ve come to believing in ghosts.
