july, 2021

29jul9:00 pm11:00 pmKassi Valazza Band / Laith$10 | 9-11PM

Event Details

Psych-country crooner and peyote coyote Kassi Valazza brings her full band into the LT Pub for an evening of song! Laith opens! $10 at the door.
Kassi Valazza has a viscous, light gold voice. It swirls around in your head like whiskey in a snifter; vaporous, and intoxicating. For most of her album Dear Dead Days pedal steel and electric guitar lope along at half time, the in-pocket rhythm section booming from deep in the low end. Its frequencies penetrate your flesh. The songs reverberate off your bones. Her lyrics drip down the inside of your skull. Musicians with Southwest origins dependably bring a languorous relaxation –the slow pace a defense against the oppressive heat of the high desert– and a grim sense of gravitas, having walked among the bleached bones and arid landscapes. At times Valazza sings as if her lyrics are smoke she’s exhaling. You get the hint: Valazza is pretty goddamn good at writing a sad song –but there’s another element, a painted desert, coloured canyon walls at sunset, endless sky vision. Kassi will be your peyote coyote; a guide through these psychedelic vistas. Here she’s found a way to trap the world of cheaters, drifters, lovers and leavers in amber. Wander from your own woes, and come walk with Valazza’s.
Laith, known by some as Hutch, hails from the suburban hurricane of Houston, Texas. Laith’s music is soaked with memories of Grandma and Grandpa’s bayou house, rides on a red vintage lawn mower packed with cousins, and smoky, music filled bars that a 16 year old has no place being. Which is exactly where Laith found himself as a youngling. Pulled between playing music on Sundays at church (where he learned to play guitar and sing) and performing in grimy dives, creates a tension in his songwriting that sits somewhere between the altar and the barstool. Ain’t no religion here anymore, just songs. Worth noting: “A song is a room, no matter how happy or sad”. – John H. Laith now resides in the Pacific Northwest lugging used up notebooks and loose scraps of paper scratched with the lyrics of new songs, not yet learned. You can always look forward to hearing something new and something honest when you’re listening to Laith.
– Dusty Atticus author of “The Wasp: Foe or Misunderstood Friend?’


(Thursday) 9:00 pm - 11:00 pm