Songs & Stories with Josh Morningstar — ENCORE, RESCHEDULED

In an abundance of caution the Josh Morningstar April 2 AND 3 shows at Woodhull Public House are being postponed until September 23 for the April 2 ticket holders and 24 for the April 3 ticket holders. All tickets will be honored and if youre not able to join us refunds will be made available at point of purchase. Lets all take care of each other, and well be back on the stage before you know it.

Show 7-9pm, Seating at 6:30.

DUE TO POPULAR DEMAND, A SECOND SHOW HAS BEEN ADDED!

Join us THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 24, 2020 as Josh Morningstar takes the stage for this very special encore evening of "Songs and Stories".

What Josh has to say about WOODHULL:

"Ive been on the road for 15 years, 300+ days a year. Ive been from Maine to Michigan to Santa Monica and back again. In all my years of travel, in all the shows Ive done, I can honestly say that the Woodhull Public House is one of my most favorite venues. Seth, Katie, and the entire staff go above and beyond to make sure not only is the show promoted properly, but that the musicians they bring in are well taken care of. Theyve treated me like family from the first time I played there, and bc of them Portland/Yarmouth has become one of my favorite stops. Ill GLADLY come play any time Im asked, but they better be careful-one of these times Im not gonna leave!" - Josh Morningstar

From JoshMorningstar.com:

"Last night, the blue light reflected off of the cement in a tiny listening lounge in St. Charles, Iowa. A conformed church housed a bar in the front full of rogue townies, and a lounge in the back. Turn your phones off, the host of the lounge barked into the microphone. Turn them off, sit back, and pay attention. This guy is quiet, and hes going to tell you some stories.And my eyebrows raised when his hoarse voice breathed life into a quiet, rapt crowd. With his eyes closed, he sang songs chunks of him offered up to a willing mass. Im not a singer, he said eventually, looking down at his guitar. I leaned in to listen harder. Im not a guitarist. Im a song writer. In his songs were stories and in his stories were words pushed together that took my breath away, and in his stories were words that oozed the Blood from the Before, and in his stories were ripped edges. I wanted to know it all. I wanted to know the names of the chunks and I wanted to inspect the hole in his chest and I wanted to know where those melodies come from and I wanted to know how he chooses the words. I wanted to know what he has written on the scraps of paper in his wallet and I wanted to know if his handwriting changes when he knows its a good one. It was a listening lounge, and we were supposed to be quiet and listen, but he played a song we all knew. And we sang the words with him. We couldnt help it not one single person. A crooked grin formed behind the microphone and Im fairly certain thats why he does what he does. Not for the lights. Not for the cheers. For sure not for the money. He does it for the people that hear the story and say, Yes. Me, too. I have been there, too. In a town out in the middle of the cornfields of Iowa, a group of people sang the words back to him that he had written. A melody chunked out of one disaster from his life, and sewn together with a rhyme, and maybe thats how you heal the hurt."