I'm not sure of the exact moment when My Morning Jacket became the best live band in the world, but I'll never forget the instant I realized it. It was at 12:10 on a foggy New Year's morning in San Francisco; 2006 had just flowed into 2007 and, in honor of the holiday, the band transformed the storied Fillmore Auditorium stage into a faux–Oregon Trail campground, replete with a forest-green pastoral scrim, fake snow and ice, stuffed coyotes, skulls, pine shrubs, boulders, rusty lanterns and skeletons. Dressed as Western pioneers, the... More >>>