MUSIC: One love for Trevor Hall

Out of the blur that was my college freshman year, one of the only days I remember clearly was the day I first heard Trevor Hall. His childhood friend from Hilton Head, South Carolina needed hospitality for the night, and apparently that included taking over my laptop for music. After a couple of country songs, he played "The Lime Tree", a soulful and enamoring relief to my Type A personality (Christopher Schembra, I owe you my ears). His alto voice (and thanks to MySpace pictures, a scruffy young face) instantly stole my heart, and even after all this time, that song is still on my top 10 most played list out of 7,000 songs. iTunes provided me with his EP, "The Rascals Have Returned", giving me the opportunity to send it to everyone who I knew would appreciate the raw genius behind the acoustics.

His lyrics are sewn tight with politics of revolution, combative critique of harsh corporate advances and messages of peace and love, a classic hippie notion with the guttural exclamations of positive transformation. Two minutes into "Proof of Destruction", I fall apart, the emotional outburst of "You're leaving nothing for the youth but the proof of destruction," able to bring my heart to its metaphorical knees. His song "To Zion" from the upcoming album is a reggae lullaby, bringing about the same familiar uprising in my chest that only comes from the most prestigious of melodies.

And now, much to my delight, Trevor is releasing a new album on July 28, and is playing at BackBooth tonight, July 19. If you've never heard him, you need to. If you've seen him perform, come again. My heart is not so easily swayed, and Trevor Hall accomplished that feat in a matter of seconds. Imagine what he can do in a concert. I hope to see you at BackBooth at 7 p.m.