A Sunday night show is a filter. Whoever is standing in that room has work in the morning and came anyway.
Jesse Roper plays blues-rock out of Victoria, British Columbia, which is a sentence that undersells it — the recordings are all fuzz and slide and a voice that sounds like it has been left outside in weather. Live he is a different proposition again, closer to a soul revue than a bar band, and he has the specific ease of someone who has played a thousand rooms this size and stopped being nervous about any of them.
The Casbah on a Sunday is the version of the Casbah the regulars actually love. Half-full, no line, the bartender has time to talk to you. You can stand at the front without negotiating for it.
This is a cheap ticket for a band that will cost more in three years, which is the entire reason people learn to trust a small venue's booking rather than a recommendation algorithm.
Sunday the fourth, eight o'clock, 2501 Kettner Blvd. Home by eleven.
A Sunday night show is a filter. Whoever is standing in that room has work in the morning and came anyway.
Jesse Roper plays blues-rock out of Victoria, British Columbia, which is a sentence that undersells it — the recordings are all fuzz and slide and a voice that sounds like it has been left outside in weather. Live he is a different proposition again, closer to a soul revue than a bar band, and he has the specific ease of someone who has played a thousand rooms this size and stopped being nervous about any of them.
The Casbah on a Sunday is the version of the Casbah the regulars actually love. Half-full, no line, the bartender has time to talk to you. You can stand at the front without negotiating for it.
This is a cheap ticket for a band that will cost more in three years, which is the entire reason people learn to trust a small venue's booking rather than a recommendation algorithm.
Sunday the fourth, eight o'clock, 2501 Kettner Blvd. Home by eleven.
A Sunday night show is a filter. Whoever is standing in that room has work in the morning and came anyway.
Jesse Roper plays blues-rock out of Victoria, British Columbia, which is a sentence that undersells it — the recordings are all fuzz and slide and a voice that sounds like it has been left outside in weather. Live he is a different proposition again, closer to a soul revue than a bar band, and he has the specific ease of someone who has played a thousand rooms this size and stopped being nervous about any of them.
The Casbah on a Sunday is the version of the Casbah the regulars actually love. Half-full, no line, the bartender has time to talk to you. You can stand at the front without negotiating for it.
This is a cheap ticket for a band that will cost more in three years, which is the entire reason people learn to trust a small venue's booking rather than a recommendation algorithm.
Sunday the fourth, eight o'clock, 2501 Kettner Blvd. Home by eleven.