My Morning Jacket’s twenty-five song set at McCaw Hall last month was sometimes epic, but at all times pretentious. Maybe it was the Opera House setting? Maybe it was the overly used synth backup vocals and drum machines? Maybe it was the thumbs up Jim James continued to give the crowd after every other song, Apostle of The Church of The Fonz? 



Where was this Legendary My Morning Jacket that I heard and read so much about?



I may have missed the boat on seeing that MMJ. Everything was so overly produced, it was frustrating. The “Evening with My Morning Jacket” I got was the R.E.O. MMJ, The . . .