LIVE! ON STAGE: JONATHAN RICHMAN featuring TOMMY LARKINS on the drums!
Sincerity performed without irony makes some audiences deeply uncomfortable, which is why this particular performer has spent fifty years being either the favorite or the least favorite thing a person has ever seen. He fronted a band that effectively invented one strain of punk, then abandoned volume entirely for songs about ice cream, insects and being in love, sung in several languages, accompanied only by a drummer he has played with for decades. No setlist, no microphone half the time, and he will stop mid-song to explain something. Phones are discouraged and the request is honored. Highland Park's upstairs Masonic hall is exactly the scale this requires. Music at 9:00 PM at 104 N Avenue 56, a Friday, with a second night after. Everyone leaves these arguing about what they just watched, which is a good sign, and the people who love it go back the next night.
Sincerity performed without irony makes some audiences deeply uncomfortable, which is why this particular performer has spent fifty years being either the favorite or the least favorite thing a person has ever seen. He fronted a band that effectively invented one strain of punk, then abandoned volume entirely for songs about ice cream, insects and being in love, sung in several languages, accompanied only by a drummer he has played with for decades. No setlist, no microphone half the time, and he will stop mid-song to explain something. Phones are discouraged and the request is honored. Highland Park's upstairs Masonic hall is exactly the scale this requires. Music at 9:00 PM at 104 N Avenue 56, a Friday, with a second night after. Everyone leaves these arguing about what they just watched, which is a good sign, and the people who love it go back the next night.
Sincerity performed without irony makes some audiences deeply uncomfortable, which is why this particular performer has spent fifty years being either the favorite or the least favorite thing a person has ever seen. He fronted a band that effectively invented one strain of punk, then abandoned volume entirely for songs about ice cream, insects and being in love, sung in several languages, accompanied only by a drummer he has played with for decades. No setlist, no microphone half the time, and he will stop mid-song to explain something. Phones are discouraged and the request is honored. Highland Park's upstairs Masonic hall is exactly the scale this requires. Music at 9:00 PM at 104 N Avenue 56, a Friday, with a second night after. Everyone leaves these arguing about what they just watched, which is a good sign, and the people who love it go back the next night.