Somewhere, somehow, The Society for the Promotion of Live Music in Small Venues tracked down a local homeowner crazy enough to move all of the furniture out of his spacious living room and replace it with a slew of rented chairs. He's giving a bunch of strangers the chance to experience Peter Mayer in one very intimate concert.
Mayer, Parrothead and guitarist extrordinaire, returns to town to be the focal point of this laid-back gathering. Since growing up in India with his missionary parents and being exposed to The Beatles' "Please, Please Me" in a village marketplace, Mayer has become Jimmy Buffet's right-hand man, playing lead guitar and touring with the band about four months out of every year. His past four albums have garnered much critical praise, partly for his acoustic harmonies and clean, rich vocals, but especially for his intelligently rousing lyrics -- modern folk with grassroots emotion behind it.
Mayer is sharing the, um... carpet, with local guitarist Malcolm Lucard, who has only recently returned to his New York roots, playing publicly again. The extended hiatus has done nothing to dull his ability or charisma; Lucard is climbing the ladder of success and notoriety like a caffeinated red uakari monkey on a warm Peruvian day. Soon his quick, precise way with the strings and honest, original lyrics will propel him out of this burg -- catch him before he's famous.
Since the show is at a private residence, you'll need to call 389-0719 or e-mail email@example.com to reserve your spot. Get on it -- seating is limited.
This is awesome! Excited about the new music and adventures for his year!
Thanks so much!!!
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