I saw Derek Webb for the first time last night at Stubb’s in downtown Austin. I’d seen him before, but only as part of Caedmon’s Call. I remember thinking even then that he should go solo, with no disrespect to Caedmon’s. His songs ring true in my ears and call me to a higher level of living.
The show, although attended by 30 people or so, was great, even despite the hard cement floors, the three hours of standing, and the late midnight ending for a Wednesday night show.
My friend Stevie made the good observation that it takes a talented individual to hold the attention of anyone for two hours with just a voice and an acoustic guitar, which Derek did quite well.
My favorite moments of the show might have been the two times he talked extensively between songs. He went on a short rant, of sorts, about getting his music out to everyone for free because he wants to initiate a conversation. He said he’s
“not in the record business. I’m in the music business. The record business wants me to sell you little round plastic discs. I want to make relationships.”
That was heartening to hear.
They, being Derek and his wife Sandra McCracken, sold their CDs for $10 each in order to clear out their merch before heading back to Tennessee. Derek, who’s released his newest album for free over the internet without DRM, has plans to release all of his albums for free. He even told us that if we could find 9 other people at the show, each with a dollar, that everyone should chip in, buy one of his albums, and then make 9 copies.
Course, he told us this after I’d bought two albums and a DVD. Oh well. I’ve already offered to make copies for my friends.