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RUTHANN FRIEDMAN + LINDA PERHACS @ MCCABE’S GUITAR SHOP

April 20th, 2011 · No Comments

Ruthann Friedman Worlds of wisdom collided in good vibes when legendary folk ladies Linda Perhacs and Ruthann Friedman played at Mccabe’s Guitar Shop. Photos by Debi Del Grande

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RUTHANN FRIEDMAN + LINDA PERHACS @ MCCABE’S GUITAR SHOP

April 20th, 2011 · 2 Comments

Perhacs had taken us up to angelic heights, and it’s hard to compete with heaven—but Friedman seemed to think that it’s better to laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints.

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LINDA PERHACS ON SPACEWAYS RADIO TONIGHT

April 3rd, 2011 · No Comments

Tonight, Linda Perhacs will perform live and have a chat with Carlos Nino on his Spaceways Radio show on 90.7 KPFK. In your car or online at 10pm. Julia Holter, Ramona Gonzalez of Nite Jewel, and Michelle Vidal of Eagle Winged Palace will be singing with Perhacs, and Aaron Robinson will play guitar. Tonight’s radio [...]

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JUN. 27: JONATHAN WILSON + FARMER DAVE SCHER + FRIENDS

May 24th, 2010 · No Comments

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JUN. 20: SO MANY WIZARDS + BLANK TAPES + MOSES CAMPBELL

May 24th, 2010 · No Comments

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JUN. 13: LESLIE STEVENS AND THE BADGERS + ELENI MANDELL

May 24th, 2010 · No Comments

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JUN. 6: DANBERN + COMMON ROTATION + EZRA FURMAN + MATTY GOLDBERG

May 24th, 2010 · No Comments

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JESSE SYKES @ MCCABE'S GUITAR SHOP

January 20th, 2010 · 2 Comments

Jesse Sykes’ songs walk paths of noetic interaction and natural relation. They often embody the perspective of contemporary individuality in a way that is comforting and unnerving at once by their immediacy. They speak most specifically to those who live with one foot in the strange and life-giving forest and the other in an incongruent world of human circumstance and separation.

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TOM BROSSEAU + MIKE STINSON @ MCCABE'S GUITAR SHOP

June 23rd, 2009 · No Comments

On the dark stage behind McCabe’s guitar shop: Tom Brosseau’s shirt collar was yanked down on one side by his guitar strap. He wore khaki pants and a bolo tie pulled over his green button-up shirt and he looked like he snuck into a cowboy bar after school. He has an innocence about him—blond short hair, a complexion clear as baby’s bum and a shy smile, even when he opens his mouth and raincloud verses float out.

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