_IN AN ABUNDANCE OF CAUTION THE JOSH MORNINGSTAR APRIL 2 AND 3 SHOWS
AT WOODHULL PUBLIC HOUSE ARE BEING POSTPONED UNTIL SEPTEMBER 23 FOR
THE APRIL 2 TICKET HOLDERS AND 24 FOR THE APRIL 3 TICKET HOLDERS. ALL
TICKETS WILL BE HONORED AND IF YOURE NOT ABLE TO JOIN US REFUNDS WILL
BE MADE AVAILABLE AT POINT OF PURCHASE. LETS ALL TAKE CARE OF EACH
OTHER, AND WELL BE BACK ON THE STAGE BEFORE YOU KNOW IT.___
_SHOW 7-9PM, SEATING AT 6:30. _
Join us WEDNESDAY SEPTEMBER 23, 2020 as Josh Morningstar takes the
stage for this very special evening of "Songs and Stories". Tickets
are primarily available "by the table" and every seat boasts an
up-close-and-personal view for a truly memorable experience. You will
also be able to order food and beverage from the full menu with a
server that comes directly to you!
What Josh has to say about WOODHULL:
_"Ive been on the road for 15 years, 300+ days a year. Ive been from
Maine to Michigan to Santa Monica and back again. In all my years of
travel, in all the shows Ive done, I can honestly say that the
Woodhull Public House is one of my most favorite venues. Seth, Katie,
and the entire staff go above and beyond to make sure not only is the
show promoted properly, but that the musicians they bring in are well
taken care of. Theyve treated me like family from the first time I
played there, and bc of them Portland/Yarmouth has become one of my
favorite stops. Ill GLADLY come play any time Im asked, but they
better be careful-one of these times Im not gonna leave!" _- Josh
Morningstar
From JoshMorningstar.com:
"Last night, the blue light reflected off of the cement in a tiny
listening lounge in St. Charles, Iowa. A conformed church housed a bar
in the front full of rogue townies, and a lounge in the back. Turn
your phones off, the host of the lounge barked into the microphone.
Turn them off, sit back, and pay attention. This guy is quiet, and hes
going to tell you some stories.And my eyebrows raised when his hoarse
voice breathed life into a quiet, rapt crowd. With his eyes closed, he
sang songs chunks of him offered up to a willing mass. Im not a
singer, he said eventually, looking down at his guitar. I leaned in to
listen harder. Im not a guitarist. Im a song writer. In his songs were
stories and in his stories were words pushed together that took my
breath away, and in his stories were words that oozed the Blood from
the Before, and in his stories were ripped edges. I wanted to know it
all. I wanted to know the names of the chunks and I wanted to inspect
the hole in his chest and I wanted to know where those melodies come
from and I wanted to know how he chooses the words. I wanted to know
what he has written on the scraps of paper in his wallet and I wanted
to know if his handwriting changes when he knows its a good one. It
was a listening lounge, and we were supposed to be quiet and listen,
but he played a song we all knew. And we sang the words with him. We
couldnt help it not one single person. A crooked grin formed behind
the microphone and Im fairly certain thats why he does what he does.
Not for the lights. Not for the cheers. For sure not for the money. He
does it for the people that hear the story and say, Yes. Me, too. I
have been there, too. In a town out in the middle of the cornfields of
Iowa, a group of people sang the words back to him that he had
written. A melody chunked out of one disaster from his life, and sewn
together with a rhyme, and maybe thats how you heal the hurt."
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