Joseph Isaacs
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  6:30-9:
30ish*
(410)964-8671
(look for the Long and Fosters Sign)


Aug 30th Dejon, Scott Sivakoff,  Paul Loether’s Silver Strings

Sept 20th Bucky Duster & James Sheets, Nick Depuy, Kathleen Stanley

October 18th Rick Larocca, Laurence Baer, Brown-Smith Vibration


November 1st Paul Harrison,  Rick Millman, DL Weiner

November 15th Dominic LaRocca, Carlos Cyneiros, Ronald Mariano’s
RBC Band (Jimi Hendrix cover band)

Dec 20th Paul & Lisa Fenstamacher, Scott Sivakoff
, TBA


Directions to all gigs and links to bands playing  are at the  bottom of
this page
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
Email me at:
jcisaacs@gmail.com
Mad City Coffee House
10801 Hickory Ridge Road
Columbia MD 21044
410-964-8671
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!
Link to Bread for the City
Homeless
Click this link to the
lyrics of Joseph Isaacs
http://www.youtube.com/embed/SjjpOPrWcus?rel=0
Genie in a Bottle live full band mp3
Love is an Ocean full band mp3
Rewind mp3
What if my name Wasn't Joe mp3
                                    Soul Hosts a fantasy novel by Joseph Isaacs

                       
                    Was the man following him? Forking right at the fish monger's. Wayden
risked a glance. The stranger trailed, his body tall and straight, face covered by the
shadow from his hood.
       Wayden strode down the road, leather shoes pounding cobblestones. Sweat beaded
his brow, despite the cool breeze.
       "What do you think, Kolram?" Wayden asked the wizard who lived in his
head.         
       "Am I just being silly?"
       "Unfortunately, your fears may not be unfounded." Kolram's thoughts echoed
through Wayden’s mind. Kolram had been with him since birth, but lately the
Grandmaster of Beast Tongue's presence had become clearer and louder. "He could be
aware that you host me. Crag mentioned they increased the bounties for arrests of
unauthorized magic users. Go into one of the shops, see if he follows."
       For lack of a better plan, Wayden dashed across the street, dodging between a
rickshaw and a carriage. He raced through the open doorway into the cooper's shop. A
backward glance told him that his pursuer was feigning an interest in prickly fruit from a
nearby stand. Wayden stopped short, narrowly avoiding knocking over a row of freshly
finished barrels.
       The cooper looked up from the barrel he had been rounding off. He held in his hand
a hooked iron tool. “What you doing in 'ere, ya mangy street urchin?”
       A few feet away, a hooper finished fitting a metal ring around a barrel and studied   
Wayden with icy eyes. "I know that boy. One of Crag's orphans, he is. Recognize his
ugly burnt face, I do."
       Wayden bit a retort. He couldn't risk getting kicked out, not with the man waiting.
       "Breathe. Think. Calm yourself," Kolram advised him.
       Wayden nodded, slowing himself, focusing on his surroundings. The smell of
sawdust from inside the shop was overwhelmed by the scent from a nearby privy ditch. A
threadbare curtain fluttered in a cross breeze. The breeze…something about it nibbled
at him.
       He risked another glance at the hooded man. He was still across the street,
watching. His eyes gleamed like hot coals.
       "Don't freeze, think," Kolram thought.
Wayden’s eyes focused on the fluttering curtain….a cross breeze."Of course...I’m a
fool."
       He headed towards the rear of the shop. There was a propped open backdoor
causing the cross breeze, as he’d hoped, but his path to it was blocked. A large matron
bent over inspecting a barrel and the cooper himself stood directly in Wayden’s path.

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