Josh T. Pearson

There’s something otherwordly about the Texan artists Josh T. Pearson. Amidst the hip Primavera Sound Festival crowd his appearance is of a strikingly timeless quality. Son of a Pentecostal preacher, Josh T. Pearson looks like a smartly, all in black dressed Cowboy from a Cohen movie with a massive beard, intense eyes and delicate features. No wonder he entitled his recent album “Last of the Country Gentlemen”. His songs are heart-wrenching, spiritual and intense. However mystical this tall and handsome man may appear, he’s not unapproachable. On the contrary, he presents himself engaging, flirting and jocular. On our way to the pool terrace he chats with the cleaning lady in a smattering of Spanish, asks a sunbathing beauty to lend him her sunglasses, pretends to walk on the water and extends an invitation to the female audience to pay him a nightly visit at his hotel room. Between sky and sea he then sets for “Sweetheart I Ain’t Your Christ” that gets carried away by the heavy wind and drowned by the increasing beats of the nearby festival ground. To grasp the real soul of this sound, Josh T. Pearson then plays “Woman, When I’ve Raised Hell” back in hotel room. Transcendental!