A few months earlier, Alex and his Rubblebucket cofounder and love of more than eleven years had "consciously uncoupled," after a period of helping each other through devastating challenges. Alex was lightning-struck by sadness. "Almost convalescent" at times, in his words, though rarely still. A jazz trumpeter by training, Alex is always, always writing. And that spring, a new kind of music started to come -- raw, stripped-down songs unfurling without agenda, bent over an acoustic guitar. It never occurred to Alex that he was making an album.
The only thing as good as the show? The drink you have after
GRAB A BITE, BEFORE OR AFTER
A few short steps from the Listening Room is One Twenty Three—our neighborly New American Tavern, serving hearty dishes with modern flare.