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Frank Fairfield premieres ‘Poor Old Lance’ from new album ‘Out on the Open West’

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Frank Fairfield isn’t a ghost, but he should be. He has no business living here, surrounded by the Swedish House Mafia set, starlets and smog.

Maybe you’ve noticed him hiding in plain sight -- a pale apparition who used to busk at farmers markets and street corners, earning his living by singing desperate songs from deceased authors.

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His banjo strums sound like they could snap necks, and his violin skills sound acquired at an Appalachian county fair circa 1924. Instead, he is in his mid-20s and grew up in the San Joaquin Valley. There are old souls, but Fairfield’s is obviously ancient. He owns a Gramophone and a 16-millimeter projector. His voice sounds like it has spent the last eight decades soaking in scotch.

For a generation fractured by smart phones and smug ironicists, Fairfield’s music feels artesian and fluid. The Fleet Foxes put him on first, offering an emphatic co-sign and a tour-support slot. Robin Pecknold understood that Fairfield is no put-on or poseur. So did the makers of the SXSW-selected documentary about him. Fairfield doesn’t have a Twitter account, not because he’s that consciously non-conformist but because it could never be his medium.

Download: (Pop & Hiss Premiere) MP3: Frank Fairfield: ‘Poor Old Lance’

What he has to say comes out in a song such as ‘Poor Old Lance,’ from his forthcoming sophomore effort, ‘Out on the Open West,’ released by New York old-time religionists Tompkins Square. It takes you back to Daguerreotype days. Violins and wobbly ragged vocals. It doesn’t make you want to dance, it makes you want to do a jig.

Most Mondays, Fairfield can be found gigging at downtown’s Redwood Bar. But he’s been on the move lately, touring with Cass McCombs and preparing for a monthlong European jaunt. Before he skips town, he’ll be preaching to the converted at the Topanga Banjo Fiddle Contest & Folk Festival on May 15.

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