Since the previous seven were so much darn fun, we at The 704 (i.e. me and my demons) have decided to present another show.
Yes, I know that The 704 isn't listed anywhere on that stylishly foreboding flyer. But this blog is totally presenting! It's true! I mean, look at that lineup--my greasy fingerprints are all over this show. And do you really think I'd go around pretending to present shows that I have nothing to do with? I'm not a psycho. Plus, these days I'm far too lazy and drunk to provide free advertising for anyone else's shows but my own.
Still not convinced? Will it mollify you if I have the flyer professionally updated? Fine.
You should come! If you do you'll see an all-too-rare performance by the mysterious Happy Casualties. Or, I suppose these local country-funk heroes aren't exactly mysterious. Frontman Stephen Sigl is just too busy reading Hegel and discussing theology to bother much with self-promotion. Which explains the scarcity of decent YouTube footage of them. But here they are at their last Lot 1 show, playing "Love That Man" off their new album Sons of the New West.
Of course, George Glass will be playing. (Why on earth would George Glass not be playing? Get real.) The only appropriate reaction to a George Glass set is to exclaim, "Jesus Christ, is this so hard? Why isn't everybody doing this?" Of course, it probably is so hard, and if everybody were doing it, we'd all be quite bored. But, the fact remains, George Glass does everything right.
If you're anything like me (God help you), you're horribly intimidated by people who dress well. But, nevertheless, you should keep your insecurities at bay long enough to embrace the debonair San Jose two-piece known as San Francesca. Their songs are dark and moody and quite lovely. If I were the type to say things like, "Their music will make you swoon," then I'd probably be saying, "Their music will make you swoon." Thankfully I'm not that type of person. At any rate, I'm excited about their set, and I'm borderline incapable of excitement. So check it out:
And then there's Judson McKinney and company. I caught his band's latest configuration at HM 157 last week and ... I don't know, friends. I knew he was good, but last Thursday he was possessed by the spirit of something I don't know the name of, and the frantic exhilaration damn near made the porch collapse. What will he do next? I don't know! Come to the show! Find out for yourself!
Everybody loves "Celia," and "Celia" loves them back: