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There are moments in life that remind us just how fragile our time together really is. Losing someone we care about leaves an emptiness that words rarely seem capable of filling. Yet, in those quiet moments of grief, we often discover that love has a way of finding us again through memories, shared experiences, and the simple things that connect us. For me, the loss of Kevin Crosson brings back another loss that still feels close to my heart. Two years ago, my family lost my brother, James...

July 1, 2026 Some evenings don’t rush the moment, they settle into it. From the youngest enjoying the jam to those who have carried the blues with them for years, everyone seemed to find their place in the music, connected by a rhythm that asked nothing more than listening. On June 25, 2026, the Blues arrived gently and stayed late, weaving together musicians, listeners, and stories until the night itself felt alive. The evening opened with familiar faces and steady hands. Robin, Marc,...

Some nights are planned. Others simply happen—stitched together by rhythm, soul, and the unspoken language of the blues. This was one of those nights. The evening opened with the Golden Boys, who stepped onto the stage and immediately set the room in motion. Robin, Marc, Sam, Craig, and Phil didn’t just start the jam—they invited it. Their sound rolled out like a familiar road, equal parts grit and grace, reminding everyone why the blues always finds its way home. Outside, the Taquero Mucho...