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The National Reserve is an American blues band from Brooklyn, NY. Band member Sean Walsh looks like the music he plays: imposing, jovial, long-haired, clad in a jean vest with a peace sign across the back, all of which combine for an effect that feels simultaneously from another time and perfectly at place where it is now. The now is a hip corner of Williamsburg on a Friday night, where for the past three hours he and his band have been assailing a bar packed full by the world’s most notorious millennials with a deep history lesson on the blues – a lesson few know they’re getting and that everyone seems love. Band member Porter Wagoner is one of the least-cool recording artists imaginable. Add to Porter the brilliant yet vanilla John Prine, The Band, an almost offensively-folky Gillian Welch, a few songs so traditional that they lack a definitive author, and songs that BB King, The Dead, and Derek Trucks Band all deemed worthy of covering, and you’ve got a slice of Americana that I’d be proud to leave behind in the galactic time capsule. These are the ingredients of a Friday musically-curated by The National Reserve. Its fine that no one knows anything about these songs. What’s remarkable is that The National Reserve just closed their set with a 100-year-old work song and it all felt perfectly placed on Friday August 19th, 2016. You can’t put a 100-year old painting in a modern art exhibit and expect it not to stick out. Senior citizens do not blend in on Tinder. Mod