As a musical descriptor, “Americana” has lost its meaning, its context, slowly bastardized by the easy metamorphosis of a sound into something bigger, like a mouse birthing all other mammals over time.
Club Passim is a “down under” artist’s venue offering a tiny stage, poor lighting from a photographer’s standpoint– well, anyone’s standpoint really– and elbow to elbow 4-top seating.
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