Sunday, September 30, 4:30-6:30 p.m.
which way west? Sunday concert series.
All ages welcome – no cover, but bring a few bones for the boys.

If you go out in the woods today, you’re sure of a big surprise…

They rhyme “philosopher” and “on top of her” and sing of the antidiluvial zoo.  Their texts may be drawn from John Keats and Jimmy Joyce (a fine singer, himself, oncet) when not self-penned with the twisted zeal that comes from long psychedelicized campouts in the redwoods.  You’ve worn out their burned cds called “Drunken Dumbshow” and “In Shape for the Inevitable” and find yourself humming such tunes as “Roll Them Bones,” “Alzheimer’s Bound,” and “Alter Kocker Rocker.” Or what may be their anthem, “Hallelujah, I’m a Bum.”

Now wander, don’t run, down to Bird & Beckett — you’ve got several days to get here.  You can’t see the forest or the trees, but you can hear music emanating from somewhere out there in the gloaming.  Smooth Toad is, simply put, an entirely acoustic trio comprising GP Skratz, Bob Ernst and Hal Hughes.  There are guitars, congas and bongos, and a fiddle, and those inimitable voices and cracked yet strangely prescient sensibilities.  Do come.  While you’re hearing ’em here, you might just decide to pick up their brand-new CD — “Long Old Road”!!