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  
(look for the Long and Fosters Sign)

July 16th Carlos Cysneiros, Bob Brill, Laurence Baer
August 20th DL Weiner, Lyric Response, Twin Powers
August 27th Caribbean Nights, Scott Sivakoff, Having Fun
Sept 17th Sophie Lasher, TBA
Oct 15th Kathy Stanley, Good Measure, TBA
Nov 5th Dejon, Having Fun TBA

(extra showcase at mad city 1st saturday in August, novem

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:
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!
Link to Bread for the City
Click this link to the
lyrics of Joseph Isaacs
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 by Joseph Isaacs

My book made the best seller's list on Random House's YouWriteOn
Harper Collin's authonomy website and won a review from Harper Collins.
Here are some quotes from the review:

"15 years ago, in a bid to strengthen his power and obtain complete control
of magic across Helos, the Dracon slayed his finest mages and tried to
steal their souls. But instead of following his bidding, the mages’ souls
scattered throughout the land, entering the bodies of infant children. These
children, now grown, are thrown into action when it becomes clear that the
Dracon is planning to take control again. With little knowledge of each
other or the ties that bind them all together, they must fight to save the
balance of the world as they know it, and ward off the threat of an even
darker evil...

There is definitely promise here, and a depth of background which makes it
clear you have put a lot of effort into creating this world
The battle scene at the end is absolutely triumphant. It had me on the edge
of my seat, and it is without a doubt where your no-nonsense style worked
best. What made it all the better was that the outcome was in no way
predictable – at no point could I have sat back and thought ‘oh, I know what’
s coming next."

Here is the beginning of Soul Hosts:

Footsteps echoed behind Wayden, almost matching his own beat for beat.
I'm being followed.

He glanced behind him. Glowing crimson eyes glared back from beneath a
dark cowl. His pursuer's black and gold cloak swung open revealing a
menacing hilt, shaped like a spider with its legs folded around the edge of
the blade.

Fighting the urge to run, he kept his pace to a brisk trot. His worn leather
shoes scuffing the cobblestone street. Despite the cold, sweat drenched his
forehead, stinging his eyes.

“He’s following me!” Wayden communicated to the wizard who existed in
the confines of his mind.

“’Tis a coincidence.” Grandmaster Kolram's voice was almost calm,
perhaps an attempt to conceal his own anxiety. It was hard for the wizard to
hide his fear, but not impossible, for while they shared a mind, their
thoughts and feelings were separate entities. Still, intense emotions like
fear could be easily detected.

"What should I do?" Wayden asked, clenching his hands so tight his nails
dug into his palms.

“Change direction.”

Wayden veered right down a narrow street. He barely missed being hit by
the foul-smelling contents of a chamber pot emptied from an upstairs
window. He pushed through a throng of porters carrying goods on their
heads or in buckets balanced on either end of a yoke. He shot left at the
smithy and down a wide street filled with horses and wagons. Squinting
back through the morning sun, he spotted his stalker jostling through a
crowd of market-goers.

I'm going to die, Wayden thought. I'm going to die.

Kolram chanted a mantra to calm him, triggering a wave of warm energy
flowing through Wayden's body.

It didn't work.

I'm going to die, I'm going to die.

Fear tightened Wayden's chest so sharply, he felt his bones strain against
his skin.

"Stay calm," Kolram said. "We've no reason to think this man intends

“Then why would he be following me?" Wayden wondered. "He’s probably
going to kill me and rob my corpse.”

"A fifteen-year-old boy dressed in worn robes doesn't seem a likely target
for a thief.”

Realization struck Wayden cold. "He’s after the Dracon's bounty for
turning in an unauthorized mage." The town crier had been shouting about
that every week for the last seven years.

Wayden rounded three half-constructed kegs outside the cooper's shop.
The cooper scraped the inside of a barrel with his adz as the hooper
pounded a metal rim with a hammer.

“You haven’t used magic in years. How could he know?” Kolram asked.
"I don't know! I haven't told anyone."

Wayden risked another glance back at his stalker. The figure's hood
slipped, revealing gray leathery skin. Wayden froze.

An Ozac. He recalled with throat-clenching clarity the first he’d seen an
Ozac. The gray-skinned hulking figure leering through the shattered door
of Wayden's home, meaty hands gripping an iron-studded mace.

Wayden took in a deep breath, bringing himself out of the nightmarish
memory and into the nightmarish present.

"Calm yourself," Kolram said. "This couldn’t be the same Ozac."

It was true. This one was shorter, his skin paler. A half-Ozac, most likely.
And this one wore spectacles. All the Ozacs Wayden had heard of were the
mace or battle-axe wielding variety. He hadn’t even known the spectacle-
wearing-stealthy-pursuer variety existed.

Through the milling crowd, Wayden spotted the acolyte who worked at the
Red Temple and often gave him and the other orphans leftover bread after
services. The holy man headed into an alley between two tenements.
Praise the Dragonking! Wayden breathed a sigh of relief. He’ll help me.
“Wait! Don't—”

Email me if you are interested in reading more, I'll send you a free copy of
the latest draft:

Also work on Soul Hosts II has begun. Chapters 1 to 20 are complete.