The Cage

Yes, Thursday night at THE CAGE is wild and the music is exemplary. I appreciate the fact that La Cage was opened the year I was born (1969) and many regulars have been going there since it opened … Lewiston is a vein of gold with a vibrant music and arts scene; La Cage is a gold nugget not to be neglected.

Wow, I can’t believe I never wrote an update to my review of La Cage. Here are two short pieces I wrote this past summer on two different Thursday nights here. Also note, Thursday nights blues jam is kinda the best thing you’ll ever do in Lewiston on a Thursday night. Thursday!
7÷1÷11:
Grayer days Lewiston, grayer days. Old railroad tracks, working class roots, this old bar, an improv blues night and the audience, plentiful. Scrunchies still adorning the copper highlighted ponytails of overly tanned women in their thirties. Everyone slightly off and no one fashionable except the musicians, clearly high timing in a small town, fedoras just so. Cartoon lobsters with shades on, off brand track pants and the requisite new England lack of eye contact. How long have you been sitting on that barstool, sir — how many years?
7÷8÷11
This ain’t new York city, or LA, no. Mr bluesman you are correct, here in this dark, seedy, working class dive where all that matters is your improvised words, notes, sonic bliss… Sold for free to the tired citizens of a worn out, angelic town, built on industry, dripping with soul. Reverberate off the walls, this old bar, the cathedral across the street. Reverberate the two odd centuries of strife, of worn hands, of working the mills. Lewiston has the blues.