Possum Kingdom still works. It works better with nothing around it for forty miles, played loud by the men who wrote it, in a room small enough to read the setlist taped to the floor. Anyone who wore that song out in a bedroom in 1995 already knows whether they are going. Pappy & Harriet's sits in Pioneertown, a mock Old West film set built in the 1940s that became an actual town, and the drive out past Yucca Valley is part of what you are buying - two and a half hours from Los Angeles, the last forty minutes with no streetlights, and then a roadhouse with a barbecue pit and a stage that has hosted Paul McCartney and Robert Plant for reasons nobody has fully explained. Local H opens, which is a genuinely good pairing rather than a package tour: two bands who survived the same decade by refusing to get bigger. Tuesday night, doors at seven, music at eight. The regulars book a motel in Joshua Tree rather than drive home, and the regulars are right.
Possum Kingdom still works. It works better with nothing around it for forty miles, played loud by the men who wrote it, in a room small enough to read the setlist taped to the floor. Anyone who wore that song out in a bedroom in 1995 already knows whether they are going. Pappy & Harriet's sits in Pioneertown, a mock Old West film set built in the 1940s that became an actual town, and the drive out past Yucca Valley is part of what you are buying - two and a half hours from Los Angeles, the last forty minutes with no streetlights, and then a roadhouse with a barbecue pit and a stage that has hosted Paul McCartney and Robert Plant for reasons nobody has fully explained. Local H opens, which is a genuinely good pairing rather than a package tour: two bands who survived the same decade by refusing to get bigger. Tuesday night, doors at seven, music at eight. The regulars book a motel in Joshua Tree rather than drive home, and the regulars are right.
Possum Kingdom still works. It works better with nothing around it for forty miles, played loud by the men who wrote it, in a room small enough to read the setlist taped to the floor. Anyone who wore that song out in a bedroom in 1995 already knows whether they are going. Pappy & Harriet's sits in Pioneertown, a mock Old West film set built in the 1940s that became an actual town, and the drive out past Yucca Valley is part of what you are buying - two and a half hours from Los Angeles, the last forty minutes with no streetlights, and then a roadhouse with a barbecue pit and a stage that has hosted Paul McCartney and Robert Plant for reasons nobody has fully explained. Local H opens, which is a genuinely good pairing rather than a package tour: two bands who survived the same decade by refusing to get bigger. Tuesday night, doors at seven, music at eight. The regulars book a motel in Joshua Tree rather than drive home, and the regulars are right.