Mr. Small’s and the North Mississippi All-Stars. East End’s Big Hop on tap. Swampy blues jamming. An electrified psychedelic washboard. A sit-in with the opening band’s pedal steel player, Roosevelt Collier, of the Lee Boys. “Lovelight,” for crying out loud. There are many definitions of a good night. The above is an excellent example.
While standing around a campfire filled with defunct magazines Saturday night, we started talking about odd concert experiences, and The Wife took everyone through one of our best. About five years ago, we were called to Toronto to celebrate the first birthday of one of our young cousins. We decided to make a long weekend… Read More out of nowhere.
Got our Tom Waits tickets. Pretty happy about that.
I was pretty excited last night to find that Tom Waits will be touring this summer, with a weekend stop in Columbus on the schedule. The timing of the announcement was remarkable; The Wife I had had just discussed a few days before that we would make seeing him a priority the next time he… Read More dogs, though, sense courage.
If going to church meant more experiences like this, I’d probably be a regular: That’s a clip of Robert Randolph, John Medeski and the North Mississippi All-Stars, during their too-short tour in December as The Word. It’s not unusual for me to find out about the really good stuff until after the fact; in this… Read More hallelujah.
For me, it’s a rite of spring: I look at the just-released list of performers coming to town for the Three Rivers Arts Festival, and start grinning like an idiot. For example: Friday, June 6: moe. Best jam-band going today Saturday, June 7: James McMurtry – roots & rhythm with a political edge – with… Read More i’ll be dahntahn.
Uncle Crappy 