What's Happening at Cafe Luna!

Live Music Most Every Weekend
In Vashon's Most Relaxed Environment
(And, hardly ever a cover cause that's just how we do it.)
Monday - Thursday 7:00 AM - 7:00 PM
Friday - Saturday 7:00 AM - 10:00 PM
Sunday 8:00 - 6:00

Friday, September 3, 6:00 p.m.
First Friday Gallery Cruise
Oil Paintings from Pam Penning
"Exploring my World"

Local artist Pam Penning fell in love with Vashon Island in the 1940’s while visiting Camp Sealth each summer as a child. “Exploring my World” will display oil paintings of scenes from Vashon and a series of scenes from ferry boats. 

At the age of 12 Pam was chosen by a Seattle grade school to single handedly paint all the backdrops and scenery for the school plays and programs. She studied art at Colorado College, and graduated from U of W with a BA in art. She taught art in the Seattle Public Schools for several years before retiring to raise a family.

Saturday, September 4, 7:30 p.m.
Track 19
"Spicy Stew of Sonic Sauce"

"One cannot define the sound of Track 19 in a single category. They are a dynamic, punchy, and vivid 3 piece alliance that melds their individuality into a single stream of musical expression. Singer, Songwriter Rick “3D” Doussett, a NW veteran guitar player, mixes his magic between many stringed instruments, including slide guitar and ukulele. Bob “Rock” Kueker brings his Chicago roots into the medley with his wholehearted bass, earthy vocals and gritty songwriting. Drummer Eddy J concocts his grooves from a minimalist kit with a spiciness derived from his love of jazz, atop a rock solid cadence of modern rhythms. Track 19 has that “indie” rock handle that includes an acoustic set with 2 guitars, an electric set with bass and guitar and everything in between. Their original songs are blended with a pinch of flavorful covers from Stevie Ray Vaughn, The Kinks, Jeff Beck, Pearl Django, Everclear, and Johnny A. Track 19 released their first album in 2008 and are currently pursuing their second full length CD. Their upcoming dates will include most of their new album performed in a “small club” approach that is very listenable and stirring.
www.myspace.com/track19band

Friday, September 10, 7:30 p.m.
Paul Mauer & Karl Penn
"Acoustic/Indie/Rock/Folk"

 
Paul Mauer was raised in the tradition of music. At 7 years old he was taught piano by his mother who was a music instructor for the public schools.  Starting his first band when he was nineteen "josette's eye" which released 2 EPs and a full length album in their 6 year stint. After a series of other relatively successful groups. Paul decided to move in the direction of solo singer/songwriter a position and has stayed in since late 2007. He is currently in the studio recording his debut studio album with producer Ryan Hughes.  website: www.euphoria-tea.com

Karl Penn (with 16+ years of guitar playing experience) brings a brand of sometimes dark, sometimes pop acoustic driven music to the masses. Always being merely a guitarist Karl has now taken the step forward to solo singer songwriter. While still playing guitar for his current hard rock band "Wide Eye Panic" who are signed with Bieler Brothers records have their debut album "Modus Operand i" in stores now and are planning their second west coast tour. He too is working with Ryan Hughes on his debut solo EP.  website: www.wideeyepanic.com

Saturday, September 11, 7:30 p.m.
Billy and Grace Tea
"Lyrical Gypsy Jazz Folk"

Billy and Grace Tea bring their deep love of the natural world to their music with charisma, chemistry, lyrical prowess, and coyote wit. They jump from fiddle to bass, guitar to alto saxophone, picking up rattles, bells, slapsticks, and shakers between.  Their sound holds gypsy jazz, blues, hip hop, folk, delicious words, danceable grooves, and earthy beats.  Moving through moods, slipping into stories, weaving many tales into one web, Billy and Grace Tea wish to nourish the collective creative imagination with their music and enthusiastic presence. website: www.billyandgracetea.com

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Tales from the Cup #91

     Before Grace flipped back to the crappy poem she had written the day before, she paused a moment  -more than a moment-  to look at the next empty page in her book.  And, the poem wasn’t crappy; not really, anyway.  Her pen in hand, she sat and paid attention to how that felt  -the pen-  and, to the people around her.

     She watched Will park his bike, just beyond the door of The Cup, take his blue plaid handkerchief, and mop the back of his neck.  He looked from table to sidewalk table, and then pushed the blue plaid back into his pocket before coming inside.  He was a gentleman in his seventies, maybe his eighties.  His accent was authentic, but ill-defined, he rode his Schwinn everywhere, but now, he just ambled into the cafe and nodded to her as he did.  She watched his milky blue eyes scan the place, then he walked purposefully across the room to where Betty sat, a woman with whom he had little more in common than age.

    “You know, somebody’s got to be in charge.”  Lea, one of the baristas, was talking to the local cop.  Grace knew their voices, Lea’s quiet insistence and the bored slump of a guy who needed to look tough, but had little to be tough about.   “I’m really not that political,”  he said, half-heartedly in a town that really was. 

     Grace looked back at the still unused page and realized that it was her heart she wanted to write about, how it felt even now, five years after he had left her.  There was no detectable beat, but she knew it was in there, doing its job, despite the damage the leaving had done.  How could that be?

     She looked around the cafe, at the hearts, quietly doing their jobs.  She looked at Cleo, the one-armed barista whose mysterious past would always be just that; at Lea and the sullen cop; at Will, as he listened patiently to Betty’s relentless east coast prattle; and to the young dreamy-eyed couple who sat arm in arm at the window table, ill-prepared for the heart-break that was coming.  Didn’t they know that no matter what, someone always leaves?  An hour had gone by, and she had written nothing.  Grace shook her head, wondering how deep the hurt had to go to last this long, wondering how it can be that the trying for love persists, and about all these hearts that surely had been broken, wanting to look inside at each one to see if the wounds had reached past the surface.

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