July Shows | Music Halls and Backyard Shows

A new song series that brings Triad and Triangle songwriters together.

A new song series that brings Triad and Triangle songwriters together.

Summer is my favorite month. July especially for its impromptu front porch choirs and illegal fireworks—“the most loosely enforced law in the country,” said my friend Ed, as we watched folks with bags full of sparklers and screamers light up a backyard party last night.

This month also kicks off a special “In The Round” series that brings the Triangle and Triad music communities together. Four great songwriters trading songs, stories, and guitar licks.

Friday, July 10—Triad Meets the Triangle In the Round, Greensboro

Sam Frazier, Jon Shain, Wes Collins and myself. Music at the Big Purple—outdoor house concert in historic Fisher Park. BYOB, lawn chairs, friends and snacks. No invitation necessary.

Gates at 7, show at 8 pm
812 Olive Street, Greensboro, NC
Suggested donation, $10

Thursday, July 16—Triangle Meets the Triad In the Round, Carrboro, NC
Sam Frazier, Jon Shain, Melissa Swingle and myself. Cat’s Cradle, Back Room—a listening-room style venue at the Cradle’s growing facility.

Doors at 7, show at 8 pm
300 E. Main Street, Carrboro, NC
Tickets $10 in advance, $12 at the order
Tickets available online

Saturday, July 18—Wurlitzer Prize at the Muddy Creek Cafe Music Hall, Bethania, NC
Set your clock back about 253 years for this town. Bethania is one of the oldest Moravian farming communities in Forsyth county, and true to town’s preservation work, the venue is set inside an old mill building.

Doors at 8, show at 9 pm
5455 Bethania Road, Bethania, NC
Tickets $5

Tuesday, July 28—Lucky 32 Southern Kitchen, Greensboro, NC
I highly recommend the Okra Popcorn with buttermilk herb dressing. Ya. Music in the bar.

Music 6 to 9 pm
1421 Westover Terrace, Greensboro, NC




“Do you know why you can’t swim here?” he asked.

He stood in front of his car, like it was a workbench. The 90’s gray Wagoneer pointed to the lake, and he pulled a few things from a gym duffle bag: goggles, a snorkel, and some flippers.

“I’m not sure. I think it’s the city’s drinking water,” I said, pausing from pumping up my SUP with a bicycle-like pump. I was on pump number 323 of 350. I count it out. Keeps it interesting.

“What are you training for?” I asked.

The Navy. He needed a 2 mile swim and the monotony of doing laps at Gold’s was killing him.

“What are you training for?” he asked, nodding towards the board.

“I don’t know. Life?”

I wished him well and paddled out, wondering if I’d paddle over him at some point, a little more curious about what goes on under the water, and hoped he wasn’t scared of snakes.