Jim James might have a mild Jesus complex (see left), but then again, he may deserve it a little bit. My first time ever at Radio City Music Hall for My Morning Jacket on Friday yielded the following insights:

RCMH is still an amazing venue (fucking duh).

Rock and roll may not be as dead as previously believed.

My Morning Jacket’s greatest achievement–outside of their rampantly unapologetic co-opting of everything from Grandaddy to Talking Heads to Phil Collins–may well be the legitimizing effect their existence has had on the legacy of the (thankfully) deceased jam band gene pool. Seriously, what these guys are doing onstage is not all that different from every outdoor festival I didn’t want to go to in 1997. It’s just that Jim and Co. are doin’ it with vibe and verve and life and generally B+ songs, and that makes all the difference in the world.

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