This one's a rare treat—Corb Lund stripped down to just his voice and guitar, no band, no frills, playing to a room that holds maybe a couple hundred people at most. The Space has this raw, unfinished quality to it that actually suits the material perfectly; you're not watching some polished arena show, you're sitting close enough to catch every crack in his voice when he gets into the older, sadder songs about ranch life fading away.

Lund's been writing about cowboys and horses and hard living for over two decades now, and there's a reason rodeo folks claim him as one of their own—the guy grew up around cattle and it shows in how he tells a story. Expect him to wander between songs and stories, talking about growing up on a ranch in Alberta, about the NFR crowd that's kept coming back to these shows year after year, about family history that somehow always finds its way into a lyric. This marks five years of these sold-out December shows at The Space, which says something about how word travels among people who care about this kind of music.

The acoustic format means you'll hear these songs differently than on record—more space between the notes, more room for his dry sense of humor to land. It's the kind of show where people who know every word sing along quietly, almost like they don't want to break the spell.