this monday at the hideout

By Robbie on September 24, 2010

Well, what about this Sunday at the Old Town School of Folk Music? If you came to see me and a dark-eyed lady who plays the violin like no one else living now or before, you wouldn't be disappointed, just a little crazy; because the main and proper attraction is Ms. Connie Smith, the incomparable genius of country music. Some fellow said to me not long ago: "Chuck Berry -- I love the whole thing -- the music, the lyrics, the peeing on women." That's how I feel about Connie Smith. I like the repertoire ("Cincinnati, Ohio" and two dozen other hits that encapsulate the grown-up melancholy and the dewy innocence, or so it looks now, of 1970), the pitch-perfection, the good-lookingness and poise, the soul and the control. Even, the post below notwithstanding, the witnessing to Jesus. Yes, it's the whole thing I love and nothing less; and though our generation's connection to a certain era, when dressed-up entertainers stood in tents and village meeting-halls before ordinary unglamorous citizens giving stentorian voice to their angels and demons, has not yet been sundered, surely it soon must be, in which eventuality you will deeply regret not having seen Connie Smith deliver an impeccable show in September 2010, where she sang all your feelings as you would if you had had the lungs. 

As with that sentence, you will need to clear your head after the Connie show. How better than to see me and the violinist, whose name rhymes with Any Fine Hen, shake up the Hideout on Monday the 27th with Robbie Gjersoe alongside, making it all more jocular and mentally turbulent than it would be. This trio offered one of the Hideout's most insanely marvelous Monday nights of the year back in August, so come on out either to see what you missed or to swim senilely in the warm pool of memory.