Sir Richard Bishop has been here before, and has thankfully now come again, right on the cusp of the solstice — the summer’s brightest edge — in a year when we could all use something transmundane to drag us out of the muck and toward the light. For those of you who haven’t heard his work, he is a phenomenal guitarist who has been playing in his own fashion for a very long time. Comparisons are pretty lousy for folks of his ilk, so while some writers might liken him to the late, great John Fahey, I prefer to think of his music as a hidden alpine headwater spot full of beautiful critters of bespoke habits and colors, all expressing a strange dance of life to echo the weird contours of their unique and glorious home. In short, this is going to be a fantastic show, with support by two local treasures who are perfect for the occasion, Meg Baird and Oryan Peterson-Jones, each themselves a library of great music and live art.
The fun starts early at 7 p.m. at — where else? — the Miniplex ($20).
Music Tonight: Thursday, June 11
