Steve Gunn is back, folks!

Sip slow, because every note pours smooth like vintage maple syrup, rich and full-bodied—crafted for the road, built for the soul. This is a night of deep grooves and sky-high picking, straight from the heartland of melody. Catch the man who makes guitars sing at Waxy Bar—where the wax melts, and the tunes flow. His guitar’s got stories to tell, and they’ll stick to your soul like peanut butter on warm toast. So grab your pals, pull up a stool, and let Gunn’s melodies tumble through your mind like a lazy river. Don’t wait—this jug only comes around once! Sunday night never sounded better.