A spirited country-rock arrangement of Absentminded Melody led toÂ When IÂ Have My Vision’sÂ speak-sing barroom boogie, shortly before the maritime pop of Sailors Eyes. There was nothing showy about any of this, or about hisÂ gently frayed quartet.Â Which isn’t to say Plaskett lackedÂ showmanshipÂ — theÂ stream-of-poetry ode to his cancer-survivor cat White FangÂ was driven byÂ an undeniable gusto — butÂ on stage, he’sÂ about the songs. As he should be: The stellar representations from this year’s Three justified the triple-disc opus’s girth. “Too many (songs), some might say,” Plaskett cracked, “but that’s their problem, not mine.” And really, can too many Joel Plaskett songs be anybody’sÂ problem?
–Â Jordan Zivitz