Which Show Is Right For You?

brother paul drawing rooms

Photo by Jim Pusterino

You might be thinking to yourself,

“Gee I really would like to see Paul perform sometime this June. It would make me happy and I just feel like it’s the right thing to do. But… which show is right for me?”

Well, you’re in luck. I’ve put together a little guide to help you make this decision.

Without further adieu…


Friday, June 6th
Drawing Rooms, Jersey City

This might be for you if…
You like drinking wine from a solo cup.

I’m playing at an old schoolhouse on Grand Street, about a 10 minute walk from the Grove St. Path Station. It’s an art gallery now, run by my friend Jim. I’ll be there from 7-8:30 playing solo as part of “Jersey City Fridays”. Free admission. I’m pretty sure they’ll have some wine, cheese and pita chips there too. Afterwards you can walk one block to the Golden Cicada, a bar that transforms ordinary life into a Quentin Tarantino movie.

Thursday, June 12th
Lamp Post, Jersey City

This might be for you if…
You liked Death Cab For Cutie until Zoe Deschanel got involved.

The Lamp Post is a sweet little dive bar in Jersey City. Unlike more polished venues like Maxwells or The Mercury, you can actually get up close and personal with artists who are developing their craft. No cover for this show. New Brunswick’s Sink Tapes are playing. So is Tri-State, friends of mine who you’ll want to check out if you like 90’s indi in the vein of Pavement, Built to Spill, or Archers or Loaf.

Tuesday, June 24th
The Saint, Asbury Park

This might be for you if…
You own a turntable.

Psyched for this show. I’m opening up for Wreckless Eric, who had a single come out in 1977 called “I’d Go The Whole Wide World”. Great fucking song. One of those songs that’s just so simple and pure. Kind of like Wild Thing or Louie Louie. And now you get a chance to see it live for just 12 bucks. Ron Santee is also playing, he’s a talented dude who is making a name for himself around Asbury Park. Amazing show, don’t miss it!


And there you have it. Pick a date, toss it on your calendar, and I’ll see you out there.


Playing The Anchor’s Bend in Asbury Park


Photo: Paul Leonardo

With the car jammed to the gills we made our way down the highway. It was a great ride. Cool night. Held my sweetheart’s hand, baby asleep in the back. Everything was breezy.

Crashed at the folk’s place and arose Saturday to coffee and chit chat before I headed over to Asbury Park. Some family and friends came by.

Now the way these bar gigs work is you’ve really got to read your crowd. You try a little this, you try a little that. And a few stabs you usually see what is making the girls sway or the guys nod their heads. And there’s your in. The first crowd liked country, but the second wanted soul. Things derailed during the third set when I started taking requests. Too many Beatles. The death knell came with a Hall & Oates request and I simply had to take the show back at that point. It’s a dance of sorts.

Sunday was spent kind of milling about the boardwalk. The girls picked up some jewelry, the boys destroyed a mannequin. After a bite at Porta Pizza we headed home to pack up.

I paused for a few seconds in the backyard. The evening air was cool, I could smell the beach. The seagulls sang a note or two. I could see into the next door neighbors house–they were gathered around a table, having some laughs in the warm glow of the dining room. I had to take stock. It was a moment.

Got in the car and took off. The drive home was quiet. We were tired. But it was nice to arrive home. There was a Monday looming.