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21

APR

21

APR
SUN 11am

MINT CREEK FARM

Brunch concert

SUN 11am

MINT CREEK FARM

Brunch concert

16

NOV
SAT 10am-12pm

The French Market at the Lycée Francais

Come listen to our music while you peruse the goods (and eat the goods)

09

OCT
WED 6pm

ANDERSONVILLE FARMERS MARKET

1500 W Berwyn, Chicago

3-4

OCT
Thurs 3:30 and 5pm, Fri 10am and 12pm in Walk Auditorium in Ritter Hall

TEMPLE UNIVERSITY, PHILADELPHIA

Aron and Pauline will be doing the Auden show!

BOOKus

Whether you want some original tunes to cozy up a house concert, a set of

down-home covers for your outdoor party, or Aron's lecture/performance on W.H. Auden, just send us an email using the form to the right.

WEEKLY poem

Refugee Blues

by W.H. Auden

Say this city has ten million souls,
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us.

Once we had a country and we thought it fair,
Look in the atlas and you'll find it there:
We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.

In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,
Every spring it blossoms anew:
Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that.

The consul banged the table and said,
"If you've got no passport you're officially dead":
But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.