This San Francisco songwriter’s third record, recorded to tape in a remote barn outside Yosemite, ranges from raving pop to solemn folk, from Shins-like exuberance to Mark Kozalek’s charismatic sadness, and from ambition to plainspokenness. Simply put, it’s a fully realized effort – a dynamic, ephemeral collection that continually contracts and expands.
At the Rickshaw Stop (155 Fell St., San Francisco) on June 3. 8 p.m., $10
