The first time I saw Gibby Toombs play was at the Montrose Saloon. He was dressed in a white button down shirt, Khaki pants, sitting by himself at a table quietly waiting to take the stage. "Oh no, here we go again, another singer-songwriter in his late 20's singing Bob Dylan cover songs" is what I thought. I couldn't have been more wrong. When Gibby hit the stage with his acoustic guitar he became Billy Bragg on steroids. This guy was destroying it, original song after original song playing each one as if his life depended on it. When he left the stage the sound engineer shook his head and said, "Holy Shit, no one saw that coming".