This was truly an entrancing show. Ty is an incredibly talented artist and it was a treat to see him in such a unique environment. Similar to the show I saw before, A. Savage, Ty performed with only the accompaniment of a lone guitar. Different to Zebulon, however, The Barnsdall Gallery Theatre was a sit down venue that felt much more suited for performance art than it did live music. Plenty of live music is presented in similar environments, but it was still a notable outlier for me considering I primarily leave shows drenched in sweat. Yet, though I do prefer a standing show, The Barnsdall Gallery Theatre was the perfect venue for the show Ty gave us. It was a show wrapped up in a quiet, introspective air of intimacy; one that blanketed the audience with a sensation that felt paradoxically both isolating and communal. It was isolating in that there was a sense that Ty was playing to each of us individually. It was a subtle show in a dimly-lit room, and there was not much in the way of audience interaction with one another. Combined with the passion, emotion, and obvious comfort with which Ty played for us, the lowkey nature made the show all the more intensely riveting.

But, in the moments of rapturous applause that consistently exploded following each song, there was an instantaneous shift as we suddenly, all at once, were aware of each other and overjoyed to share the experience. In other words, there was a lot of mumbled “oh wow”s and “damn”s among us as we clapped. And I had a lovely time chatting with people before and after the show, including Ty himself, who hung around with his sound guy for a while as a few of us talked about the show, the Dodgers, and sound design. Ty is a cool dude. And he puts on a hell of a mesmerizing show.