author, musician, and organizer of
the Music Matters Showcase
Four different acts take turns playing 4 song sets each and
then going back around. Its an eclectic mix of music, all of
it wonderful. Showcases are free,but donations to Bread for
the City for the Home are accepted.
|Where/when/who is playing the Music
Matters Showcase besides Joseph Isaacs?
Mad City Coffee House, 10801 Hickory Rd Columbia MD Saturday
(look for the Long and Fosters Sign)
Dec 20th Paul & Lisa Fenstamacher, Denee Barr, Scott Sivakoff
Jan 17th Rick Millman, Nathan Zebrowski, Laurence Baer
Feb 7th Dejon, Bob Brill, Kathy Stanley
Feb 21st Bucky Duster, Peggy Brennan, Brown-Smith Vibration
March 21st DL Weiner, TBA
Directions to all gigs and links to bands playing are at the bottom of
These gigs are all free - donations to Bread for the City for the
Homeless are graciously accepted
*each performer plays 2 4 song sets of songs, concerts end times are
approximate might be a bit earlier or later
|Mad City Coffee House
10801 Hickory Ridge Road
Columbia MD 21044
Look for the Long & Fosters- its tucked in a plaza and hard to
see from the road. Its across from HCC.
From 95 (between Baltimore and DC) take route 32 West and
then take Broken Lands Parkway North to Hickory Ridge Road.
(From route 29 you will be taking Broken Lands Parkway West).
Take Broken Lands Parkway towards Hickory Ridge RD.
Turn left on Hickory Ridge (it only goes in one direction). Take
Hickory Ridge RD past Howard Community College and right
after Sunny Spring Rd there is a Long and Fosters on your left.
That is Hickory Ridge Plaza where Mad City is tucked next to a
chinese restaurant. Let the Madness BEGIN!
|Soul Hosts by Joseph Isaacs
The Gray Man
Let us see what game the gray man plays –Kolram
Wayden forked right at the blacksmith’s shop, his soft-soled shoes pounding against the
cobblestones. Glancing behind him, he spotted the black-hooded stranger following him,
jostling through a crowd of market-goers. The outline of a sword hilt pushed against the
A tightness clasped Wayden’s chest.
“Why would someone be after a fifteen-year old orphan?” Wayden asked the wizard
who resided in his mind.
Wayden’s head itched, a signal that Kolram was preparing to respond. "He must be
after the bounty on unauthorized use of magic,” Kolram responded, “but how could he
be aware of my presence?”
“I haven’t told anyone,” Wayden replied, increasing his speed. The menacing footsteps
accelerated behind him, matching his pace.
He dared another glance. A shaft of light fell upon his pursuer’s face, illuminating gray
skin. Wayden tensed. Could he be the same…no, this one was smaller, six feet
approximately- a good foot shorter than the other.
Wayden scanned the street. He spied an alleyway. “If I duck in there, I might lose him."
“Wait, you’ll be―” Wayden mentally pushed Grandmaster Kolram’s thoughts aside. He
raced past a wagon, darted in front of a stalled rickshaw and past a bulky male
fishmonger who was shouting about fresh wall-eyed trout from his stall.
“― trapped,” Kolram managed to finish his warning.
Wayden chanced a look behind him, and from across the street he could see his stalker
glaring at him. Red eyes burned beneath his darkened cowl. He shook off his hood,
revealing long silver hair and light-gray wrinkled skin mottled with green moles ― an
The image of the first Ozac he’d ever seen invaded his mind- his huge booted foot,
breaking through their front door, sending their rickety barricade toppling. His mother
and brother screaming. And Nanny―
“Focus, Wayden,” Kolram said. “You need to be in the moment.”
Wayden forced himself to breathe. He wouldn’t let panic overtake him. This wasn't the
same monster. This one's skin was a lighter shade. He was thinner, only about a
hundred stone. A half-Ozac, most likely. But this one’s eyes appeared cunning,
calculating. It was hard to say which frightened him more.
The Ozac stepped forward. The fishmonger accosted him. “Fresh fish. Sir? Straight from
“No, thank you.”
“Why not? It’s very good, this one assures you.”
Wayden ran into an alley which stank of stale urine and tobacco. Stacked kegs and
timber lay against a brick wall. A trickle of foul water oozed through a maze of cracks.
To the left was a dead end with no gaps between the buildings. He turned right, rounded
the corner and… found himself facing a wall of muscle…
A broad-shouldered man, with a viper tattoo etched across his face, seized Wayden’s
arm with a gloved hand. “Where you think you’re going?”
Wayden’s breath froze. He tried to pull away, but Viper-Tattoo’s hold was too tight. The
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