Saw Martin Sexton last night at Cafe Campus and one thing i noticed through-out the entire show is that he looked like he was born to play guitar. He wore the guitar around him like a warm blanket. Sexton uses the guitar fully as a vehicle to express voice, percussion, rhythms and mood. He had the crowd hooked and eating out of his palm with his psychedelic folk-lore sounds and together we all ventured into a 'magical-bluesy, southern Sexton trip' that warmed the heart like a good whiskey in front of a good fire.