Hey it’s cold. Get used to it, get on with it, and get over it. And get out to see some music this week at one of our fine establishments serving the best in grooves, grub, and grain (fermented, that is).
Reggae continues in the capital city unabated by the chilly temperatures. High atop the mighty Hilton, Terra Firma sets the island rhythms to electric accompaniment. Let the cadence of the Caribbean whisk you away to a warm, sandy beach on a faraway tropical isle, waiting to imbibe a rum punch capable of quenching all fears and troubles. Well, keep dancing anyway, and for heaven’s sake don’t look out the windows of the Jazz Central Station–it could be snowing.
Friday we’re back down to earth with Redd Skyy at the Underground City Tavern. This is their third appearance since Thanksgiving and they show no signs of stopping. The local lads, who relocated to Louisiana, return to show us what they can do. And from the big crowds, they’re doing it right. Marly’s Pub relives the ’80s with the Lost Boys and a Big Hair night. If you no longer have the hair for it, just come to enjoy the retro activity and party like it’s 1989.
The Pat Bowe Band pulls a double bill at the Trading Post Saloon, setting up camp for Friday and Saturday nights. The blues-rock combo is happily filling the world with songs from Banana Tricks, their 2002 CD release.
For acoustic singer-songwriter music at its best, drop by Bernie and Betty’s Sunday night for storyteller-guitarist John Brillhart accompanied by the multi-talented Chris Camp of Mr. Opporknockity on harmonica, accordion, and percussion. John and Chris weave musical magic through Brillhart’s clever wordplay and folk-based songs.
On Wednesday, early evening music lovers can check out a few local legends. The Frank Huston Trio, with Jeff Cunningham and John Sluzalis, play some cool, hot jazz tunes at Breaktime from 6 to 9 p.m., and the Dan Rivero Trio run down the classics from 1940 to the present at Frankie’s from 7 to 10 p.m. In historic Salisbury, on Route 97, Antone plays the acoustic with a varied assortment of friends from 7:30 to 11:30 p.m. at the Coyote Den, the tavern on the south side of the road.
Yes, even the coldest heart can be melted by the sounds of music–and that
can go for the coldest toes too.
This article appears in Jun 5-11, 2003.
