“Today, I think I saw 10,000 cell phones/ But not one decent conversation,”sings Portland,Ore.’s Sally Ford on “Write Me a Letter.” Though Ford, who was raised in Asheville, channels jazz singers like Billie
Holiday and Lena Horne and wise old folk singers, her postwar shuffles brim with modern references set against that old sound. In the perfectly sassy “Write Me a Letter,” for instance, she references Jets to Brazil and Sunny Day Real Estate, laments the disappearing Polaroid picture and slides “fucking” into a verse. It’s a musical Back to the Future, with a mind
for attitude and an ear for melodies that seem bound to make Ford—a favorite of those taste making Avett boys — a star soon. $8/ 9:30 p.m. —Grayson Currin