this monday at the hideout

By Robbie on December 9, 2010

Well, 2010 has been a pretty decent year for ole Robbie, and Hideoutwise it couldn't be coming to a more boffo climax, with two of American music's most golden-throated vixens joining me seriatim. This Monday it's Kelly Hogan, who, when she's not adding sparkle to the many-splendored programs of Jakob Dylan, Mavis Staples, Neko Case, the Flat Five, and Lynda Barry, is busy going quietly insane in her rural Wisconsin bunker. Come catch some of the pre-holiday madness -- nope, I see from the sidebar that insanity is the wrong metaphor. The evening's hook is lovemakin'. That's the term for what we do out here in our quiet little towns and rural bunkers, while you in your fancy metropolises conjugate. Expect a good strong dose of Conway Twitty, Emmett Miller, Porter and Dolly, and, if someone is good enough to send a carboy of rye to the stage, a brief tribute to the fashion innovations of Mr. Gordie Tapp. Let me just finish with a "bottom line," in the style of mass-market magazines for harried consumers. "Bottom line: Ignore the overheated and opaque website prose, come listen to Kelly Hogan sing."