Have you ever heard the voice of America? Yesterday I heard a voice that was able to convey the soul of a country; the joys of the water-towers, the cries of the lonely roads and the desperation of forgotten cities - I heard the voice of the heartlands, the warm embrace of Idaho. Josh Ritter brought America to a little club in Oslo and we were captured by this smiling, friendly guy who was able to transform a group of Norwegians into a smiling, singing bunch of cowboys riding into the sunset. How? - you might ask? Like Bob Dylan, Emmylou Harris, Johnny Cash and Bruce Springsteen, Josh Ritter is able to represent the voices of the silent masses, the pain, joy and desperation of thousands who doesn't have a voice of their own. But it's more than that: This is a man who loves what he does. Give that man a guitar and an audience, and he's in heaven. When he entered the stage to do his last song, he broke it all down - no band, no microphone: only a man and his guitar, his voice and an audience in his hands. It's one of those moments who deserve to be called magical.
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