M. Ward is tinkering with his acoustic guitar onstage at the Great American Music Hall. The small crowd -- which, like Ward, is seated -- looks up at him with an air of quiet curiosity. The singer, alone among mike stands, random chairs, and a grand piano set up for headliner Howe Gelb, looks like an odd combination of young boy and old man. Maybe it's the way he hunches over his guitar or the childlike shock of hair rising above his cherubic face, but he appears... More >>>