Pat McGee.

As a college lad, Pat McGee Band was in my weekly CD rotation. Slouching under the weight of my pack, my Walkman tucked in the side pocket, “Runaway” started off my pedestrian commute by telling me to run away. Their soaring harmonies and bright instrumentation made me smile, even in my (probably) hungover state. Those days long gone, the transportive property of their music immediately brings me back to the quad, the sneakers, the smell of fresh-cut grass and stale beer, the pick-up ultimate frisbee games, the open-ended future.

Now, almost 20 years later, we get the pleasure of hosting Pat at the Roasting Room. Needless to say, I’m a little excited to go back to those days again.

See you up here.