Best Of 2018


I ugly cried a lot outside Crowbar after David Ramirez made his Tampa debut as part of a Wednesday-night bill featuring Nashville songwriter Molly Parden and local crooner Kristopher James. Maybe it was the hush that the crowd afforded the openers (you could hear a feeling coursing through the veins of that room). Maybe it was because my father-in-law had died, just days shy of his 57th birthday, a few months beforehand. Maybe it was the way Ramirez and a three-piece band unleashed waves of emotion on songs whose lyrics have the capability to unpack trunkfuls of un-maintained anxiety, sadness and anger. Either way, it was cathartic, and I’m glad there were a few lonely souls there to see it all go down with me. —RR