Fans of breathy acoustic balladeer Ray LaMontagne have a chance to see the singer in an especially intimate mode when he performs all by his lonesome —no Pariah Dogs, just Ray and his guitar.
It’s the kind of trick you can pull when both your voice and your songs benefit from preternatural talent. What LaMontagne lacks in flash or originality, he nearly makes up for in substance. If you can stand all the earnest emoting, Monday’s show ought to be compelling. So grow out that winter beard, grab your warmest flannel and make the cold, cold trek.
Note: This is “an evening with Ray LaMontagne,” which means there’s no opening act, so be on time.