Ah, spring! What better time to leave behind our frozen lethargy, forget those depressing 5 p.m. sunsets, deposit the parkas and ski leggings and constantly misplaced woolen hats in a moldering heap in the mudroom, and take a lazy car ride up the Hudson River -- out past Wappingers Falls and Poughkeepsie, say, crossing the river from Rhinecliff, arriving finally in the former New York State capital of Kingston, where one will find a nifty arts/entertainment complex anchored by a tiny gem called the BSP Lounge.
But I can hear you asking -- "Hold up there, Roscoe! Doesn't that sound like a whole second helping of trouble?"
Not when the Caulfield Sisters are playing. And not to drop too many hints, but: They are.
It all goes down May 25, in what folks far and wide are hailing as an "evening of centripetal forces and feats of gravitation." The Sisters are due on stage at 9:45 p.m., but you'll want to show up at 9 for Artie Fisk: Ukelele Man and then stick around for New Paltz's own Sweet Clementines and longtime Caulfield allies Hopewell.
Looks like tickets might eventually show up for sale here. They're not yet, but keep watching that space, 'cause they won't last long. Or you could go to tonight's Duke McVinnie show, claim a barstool, and wait there a month just to be safe.
Oh, and looks like Kingston was originally called Esopus, so there's even a tangential link between this show and one of the finer moments in Caulfield Sisters history. It's all enough to make someone believe in rebirth.
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