Confluence of Wonders

These few days we here in Northeast Ohio are in the midst of a musical aurora borealis the likes of which I haven't seen in a while.

There was the show last night of Three Girls and Their Buddy, which was PACKED, a wonder in its own right given it was Cleveland, a Thursday night, and about 5 degrees.

But the confluence continues.

Tomorrow, not only is Bill Evans bringing his Soulgrass to the Kent Stage, but, I somehow overlooked The Infamous Stringdusters visit to the Happy Days Visitor Center in the Cuyahoga Valley National Park.

But I can't be in two places at once, so all I can do is make sure all y'all know what a good time you can have in Northeast Ohio even if you think there's nothing to do. 'Cause there is.

If that's not enough, and you want something with more local flavor, you could visit Tremont's Prosperity Social Club to catch local Hillbilly band Hayshaker Jones. I haven't caught 'em yet, but they sure sound like fun.

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As for last night's show, I don't know what was more surprising. The crowd, the temps, the fact that I keep running into a couple of friends of mine in all kinds of odd places, or Buddy's confession that he walks a little tiny dog that wears a pink sweater. Somehow, it all made sense.

Like a perfect storm.

The show ended with an encore of the Band favorite, "Look Out Cleveland." Considering all, what else could they do?

Have a good weekend. It's runnin' right up on you, y'all.

Look Out, Cleveland

from the self titled album, The Band (1969)

Look out, Cleveland,

the storm is comin' through,

And it's runnin' right up on you.

Look out, Houston,

There'll be thunder on the hill;

Bye-bye, baby, don't cha lie so still.

Was Wedn'sday evenin' when first we heard the word,

It did not come by train nor bird.

T'was when Ben Pike stepped down to say,

"This old town's gonna blow away."

Look out, Cleveland,
the storm is comin' through,
And it's runnin' right up on you.
Look out, Houston,
There'll be thunder on the hill;
Bye-bye, baby, don't cha lie so still.

Chain lightnin', frightnin' as it may seem,

Must not be mistaken for just another dream.

Justice of peace don't know his own fate,

But he'll go down in the shelter late.

Look out, Cleveland,

the storm is comin' through,

And it's runnin' right up on you.

Look out, Houston,

There'll be thunder on the hill;

Bye-bye, baby, don't cha lie so still.

Hidin' your money won't do no good,

Build a big wall, you know you would if you could, yeah!

When clouds of warnin' come into view,

It'll get the ol' woman right outta her shoe.

Look out, Cleveland,

the storm is comin' through,

And it's runnin' right up on you.

Look out, Houston,

There'll be thunder on the hill;

Bye-bye, baby, don't cha lie so still.