Cleveland-based lovers of great music will appreciate knowing that among the many great concert options to choose from in the area this weekend, there is at least one standout double bill featuring Mary Chapin Carpenter and Tift Merritt at the Kent Stage on Saturday night. Touring in support of her latest release The Age of Miracles, it will be a real treat to see Carpenter playing such an intimate room.
This sounds like a lot of fun to me….which means that if you’re thinking that right now, you should get a move on it and purchase your tickets. According to the Kent Stage website, there are only 5 tickets left for the show.
Worst case, you could always go and rock out with Sweet Apple tomorrow night at the Grog, or perhaps the double bill of Cheap Trick and Squeeze on Sunday night at House of Blues is the dream double bill that you’ve been waiting for. In other words, there are plenty of great excuses to go see some live music this weekend.
That's gonna be a great show! Too bad I live about 2500 miles away. The Kent Stage is a gorgeous sounding venue. I'm sure Carpenter and Merritt will make it a memorable night.
Cheap Trick and Squeeze YOWZA!… sometimes 2500 miles doesn't seem so far away.
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Je l’ai rencontrée à la Kent State … Elle est vraiment incroyable, et si belle, il faut couper le souffle!