7:30 PM
Unity Hall
All Souls UU Congregation
19 Jay St., New London, CT 06320
New England musical poet, Bill Morrissey has often drawn inspiration from the bleak New England winter. He has mined it for metaphors in songs about ice fishing, wood burning, cabin fever, and other things born of short, cold days. Nothing animates the music so much as Morrissey’s keen eye for detail and ear for the telling phrase. And, of course, there’s that voice. When Morrissey wraps his quivering, whiskey-burnished croak around a line, it feels as warm as the first breath of spring. Highly recommended.