Show 8:00pm Cornerstone Presents: WILLY TEA TAYLOR & THE SAM CHASE with TOM VANDENAVOND WILLY TEA TAYLOR There is no question that Willy Tea Taylor’s life as a singer/songwriter was predetermined – his role realized the moment he wrote his first song. His inspirations drawn from two separate wells; Living the life of a cattleman’s kid and experiencing true visionaries music like Greg Brown, John Hartford, and Guy Clark. The image of Guy Clark and friends sitting around the kitchen table loaded with ashtrays full of butts, half-smoked cigarettes, food, and booze on one Christmas Eve in 1975 burned into Taylor’s soul. Those guys, swapping songs without pretense, lit Willy Tea’s fire. And ever since, its led purpose with passion – finding a hang by curating relationships through musical friendships that get him closer to his own Clark style kitchen table. From his early days co-fronting The Good Luck Thrift Store Outfit, to singing solo in countless cowboy bars, to pitching countless wiffle ball games, Willy Tea has never lost the vision. Now Willy Tea Taylor has taken his vision of the “hero hang” on the road. and his talented traveling band The Fellership is made up of his fantastically talented buds who play Willy’s songs with a brand of reckless abandon and utter humility that spits in the face of pretense. The way The Fellership plays Will’s songs is the way they demand to be played and, in their short time together, they have been awe-ing every audience lucky enough to see them.The Sam Chase If one could apply a needle to the flat disc of time and render a sound from its infinite grooves, the celestial tones of past, present and future would be the songs of The Sam Chase. It doesn’t matter where they are from, where they’ve been or where they may yet go. All that matters is where you will be when they show how to make time stand still. The music rings through your soul like a siren. Something inside you has been set loose. We have veered off of the path, into the unknown and there is no one who can stop it. Then you realize, you gave them the keys. Time, space, and the swirling of microscopic universes that make up all matter, mean nothing when the veil is lifted and you hear the clang of Knuckles the guitar and the holy “whooas” of the man himself… Sam Chase. You lean back, kick your feet up and sing along.