A dive bar on El Cajon Boulevard is an unglamorous place to have your evening rearranged, which is exactly why it keeps happening there.
The pairing is the draw. Grace Cummings sings like something out of a much older and more frightening tradition — an enormous, weathered voice that seems physically implausible coming from one person standing on a small stage, closer to a blues shouter's sense of threat than to anything on current indie radio. Tyler Ballgame works a lighter, wrier register against it. The two together make for a night that swings hard between funny and genuinely unsettling, which small rooms manage far better than theatres ever do.
This is the second San Diego-area date on the run, the night after the Los Angeles show, so the set will already be warm.
Doors seven-thirty, music eight-thirty, Friday. October 16, Soda Bar, 3615 El Cajon Blvd. Bring the friend who complains nothing surprises them anymore. This stretch of boulevard has three separate rooms booking touring bands most nights, and the city's own residents drive past all of them.
A dive bar on El Cajon Boulevard is an unglamorous place to have your evening rearranged, which is exactly why it keeps happening there.
The pairing is the draw. Grace Cummings sings like something out of a much older and more frightening tradition — an enormous, weathered voice that seems physically implausible coming from one person standing on a small stage, closer to a blues shouter's sense of threat than to anything on current indie radio. Tyler Ballgame works a lighter, wrier register against it. The two together make for a night that swings hard between funny and genuinely unsettling, which small rooms manage far better than theatres ever do.
This is the second San Diego-area date on the run, the night after the Los Angeles show, so the set will already be warm.
Doors seven-thirty, music eight-thirty, Friday. October 16, Soda Bar, 3615 El Cajon Blvd. Bring the friend who complains nothing surprises them anymore. This stretch of boulevard has three separate rooms booking touring bands most nights, and the city's own residents drive past all of them.
A dive bar on El Cajon Boulevard is an unglamorous place to have your evening rearranged, which is exactly why it keeps happening there.
The pairing is the draw. Grace Cummings sings like something out of a much older and more frightening tradition — an enormous, weathered voice that seems physically implausible coming from one person standing on a small stage, closer to a blues shouter's sense of threat than to anything on current indie radio. Tyler Ballgame works a lighter, wrier register against it. The two together make for a night that swings hard between funny and genuinely unsettling, which small rooms manage far better than theatres ever do.
This is the second San Diego-area date on the run, the night after the Los Angeles show, so the set will already be warm.
Doors seven-thirty, music eight-thirty, Friday. October 16, Soda Bar, 3615 El Cajon Blvd. Bring the friend who complains nothing surprises them anymore. This stretch of boulevard has three separate rooms booking touring bands most nights, and the city's own residents drive past all of them.