Gobsmacked! It seems as though I could come up with a better description of last night's concert but, really, I can't. This is the third time Aaron Larget-Caplan has performed here in this very house and I still can't believe that he comes to our...
At the beginning of the second set at Sunday's House Concert, a battered old fedora made its appearance atop pianist Scott Cossu's head. It was perfect! So perfect, in fact, that Tucker (and I assume everyone else) thought it was Scott's own...
Thanks to Tucker's good eye and fine camera, you too can see what last night's concert-goers also heard. It was grand! There were jigs and reels, hornpipes and waltzes, and songs in Johns soft Irish accent. (Thouh he's lived in Boston many years,...
Musician Aaron English first contacted us in January 2015 about doing a House Concert here. He was referred by two of our all-time favorite singer/songwriters, Larry Murante and James Hurley and we booked him up in 'a fast hurry' as they say. We...
When it comes to trains, timing is everything. So, when the announcement came this morning from the Astoria Railroad Preservation Association concerning their Open House on Sunday, I immediately went into my scheduling mode. On the face of it, it...
… we heard not a thing. Not a bang or a whimper. When you consider the weight of that old cast iron tub, you'd think we'd have heard SOMEthing. Or that the house would have shifted just a bit on its foundation. Or at the very least, the floor...
I suppose it's a fear of jinxing things to say right out loud while it's happening, "This is perfect!" In fact, isn't there a saying we are all fond of that goes, "The best is yet to come." Well, I'm here to tell you that last night's House...
In the last twenty-four hours, I’ve had news of four musician friends – all Oysterville House Concert veterans. The news comes from several disparate sources and was I reminded, once again, of how ‘connected’ we have all become. Some of this...
It’s dark outside – probably an hour or so before first light. I hear rain on the roof but no stirring in the rooms upstairs. Scott Cossu and Lonnie Mardis, last evening’s house concert musicians, are not yet stirring and, heaven knows, they have...
Since 1971 when Starbucks began roasting coffee beans and brewing what has been called “second wave” coffee in Seattle, the Northwest has become known world-wide for its coffee, plain and fancy. In my mind, “second wave” means that ordering has...
Larry Murante is coming to town and all indicators are that he is bringing Mrs. Crouch with him. “The Ballad of Mrs. Crouch” that is. We know that her earthly remains have been in the Fern Hill Cemetery near Menlo since her mysterious drowning in...
Yesterday evening Double J and the Boys played to a full house here and, as always, kept us laughing, singing along, clapping, and even doing a bit of whooping and hollering. Plus, there were quite a few wannabe yodelers in the crowd but it’s...