By Katia Maciolek
Tucked away in the cozy, softly lit District Coffee House on March 27, 2025, I found myself surrounded by a crowd of indie folk with effortlessly cool haircuts and outfits—people who seemed to exist in a realm where music was more than just sound; it was a full-body experience. Some closed their eyes, others listened with quiet intensity, all completely immersed in the atmosphere.
And then there was Samwise Carlson, the vocalist of Tispur, who stepped onto the stage looking like he had just wandered out of a Tolkien novel. His outfit was storybook-like, his wavy brown hair only adding to the illusion that he could’ve been a hobbit traveling through Middle-earth. Beyond his aesthetic, he radiated warmth and humor, making the intimate setting feel even more personal.
One of the highlights of the night was an unreleased song he dedicated to his girlfriend. The music itself felt mystical and ethereal, with intricate, quick fingerpicking that was nothing short of mesmerizing. His voice was delicate yet deeply emotive, carrying a softness that reminded me of those fleeting, intimate moments that Hozier sometimes conveys—vulnerable, weightless, and utterly captivating.
The stage presence was unforgettable. Not only did he bring his bandmates, but he also had a string quartet, which took the performance to another level. The combination of his delicate yet commanding voice, the sweeping orchestration, and the intimate venue made it feel almost medieval, as if we had stumbled into a secret gathering of woodland faeries.
His entire set carried that majestic, folklore-inspired energy, with each song unraveling like a tale passed down through generations. It wasn’t just music—it was an experience, a spellbinding journey through time and fantasy.
If you ever get the chance to see Tispur live, do it. Whether you’re a folk fan or just someone who loves music that transports you, this is a show you won’t forget.