I was creating a name for this writing in Word, and I chose EVRyman1 (standing for EV-Ryman-night 1).It kinda struck me – EVRyman- Ev(e)ryman. That’s the thing about Ed. When you’re in the room with him, before he starts singing, he draws you in. You feel like you know him, yet at the same time know he’s like no one else. Singularly unique, yet one of us somehow. How does that happen exactly? How is it possible? I guess trying to answer that question keeps me coming back time and time again. Saw the entire 2008 solo tour except Vancouver and San Diego 2, and then saw Chicago shows in the second leg. The black curtain that had been drawn across the stage of the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville after the most excellent Liam Finn’s opening set was dramatically thrown open, the sounds of “Tuolumne” swelled up. And out came our boy Ed, in blue jeans, white T-shirt, good old Boy Scout Troop 365 button-down shirt and shit kicker beige boots. Everyman gear. He sat on the stool, settled in and said “If you don’t mind, I’ve never been here so I’m gonna make myself at home, I suggest you do the same.” Cheers swelled and calmed, Ed said “We all in?” and he launched into “Walking The Cow”.