Exactly one year ago last night I shot this video of My Morning Jacket in an amphitheater on the edge of the Everglades. I, who have seen live the likes of Jimmy Page, Eric Clapton, and of course, Michael Einziger, am here to tell you that Carl Broemel’s guitar solo in this video is the one and only thing that has ever moved me to tears at a concert. It’s fitting I should be remembering it now, since I’ve been doing pretty much nothing but crying for the past week or so, trying to get over that guy I’ve been boring you to death with lately. The one that reminds me so much of Jim James. Can someone please tell me how I’m supposed to resist such a great big hunk of auburn awesomeness?