Spirit Room

Music Calendar

Entertainment Calendar

We Support Live Music!

The Spirit Room prides itself in featuring national touring acts as well as local talent.  Wednesday’s are Open Mic night, several Thursday’s a month we feature an acoustic act.  Several Friday nights a month we feature live music beginning an hour earlier, at 8 pm until 11 pm.  Every Saturday & Sunday afternoon features a great band from 2 to 6 pm.  Then, every Saturday evening, you can count on fine entertainment on the Spirit Room Stage, beginning at 9 pm.  Bookmark this calendar to keep up with the live music selection.

dramatic photo of the spirit room
Tim Medora Photo https://www.facebook.com/medoraphoto/
Mar
7
Thu
Hank Erwin returns!!!
Mar 7 @ 8:00 pm – 11:00 pm
Hank Erwin

Hank Erwin on the Spirit Room stage – Photo by Jan A. Bruso

 

I left the Merchant Marines in 2014. As I packed my bags, I was overcome with the feeling that I wouldn’t be coming back. My brain screamed and my heart pounded. Once I hit the road, I drove with such a fury that I didn’t even realize a bad snow storm had set in and the roads were getting very slick. I was snapped out of my trance when I began to slide out of control. I regained traction and looked down to see I was going about 100mph. The roads steadily worsened but I refused to stop – I couldn’t get far enough fast enough. My breath was still heavy and I sweat uncontrollably, dripping from my nose onto the tattered remains of my Carhartts. I was making an escape. A desperate escape. 

I’d been trapped on the boat for years. Merchant Marines aren’t sworn into service for a specific amount of time, Merchant Marines are sworn (as I did at the Toledo headquarters in 2004) to obey their superior officers while on-board. The boat grew to dictate everything in my life. I had no control of my schedule whatsoever and I found out the hard way that requesting a date off even a year in advance didn’t ensure anything.

I’d worked my way up from deckhand to wheelsman. My favorite memory of wheeling the ship was late one night when the ice was so thick in Green Bay that it completely stopped our movement. The mate called the captain who appeared from his quarters and ordered me to give her a hard left, hard right, back and forth until a crack appeared in the ice. “Now follow that crack,” he said. The crack widened as the ship entered. It then turned and twisted in varying directions as we gained speed. With increasing heart rate, I maneuvered the ship through this small avenue as it developed in front of me. It was like a video game. The screen was the windows of this old wheelhouse, the picture illuminated by spotlights the size of my torso. One morning I wheeled the ship past Mackinac Island when the fog was so thick I couldn’t see the water from the where I stood at the helm.

I still have dreams about being back on board. Sometimes the ship’s driving through city highways at 60mph, jumping through the air from one ramp to another and fishtailing. One time I was unpacking and arguing with a shipmate as the ship moved down a conveyor belt in some sort of processing plant; I admitted to him that I was nervous. He said everyone was. Sometimes the dreams are just business as usual, except I’m on board and happy to be back. Sometimes I’m running around the deck, barefoot with rolled up jeans, the sunset blazing in the distance, the captain hollering at me to get back inside the forecastle – where it’s safer to travel into eternity.

But I wake up happy to be back on dry land; my guitar lying on the bed next to me, random papers of song lyrics strewn about, my grandma’s old suitcase bearing her maiden name on the floor, an old Fender amp sitting in front of boxes filled with copies of Hank Erwin – Million Miles. These boxes are the reason I left the boat.

My father and grandfather were Henry Erwin Nuelsen Jr. & Sr. Dad went by Hank, grandpa went by Erwin, or Er to those who knew him best. Er was an unusually intelligent man who spoke 12 languages. My grandma once told me that out of sheer stubborn curiosity (a personality trait I inherited), he sat down with a pencil and paper and used algebra to figure out how many times you’d have to shuffle a deck of cards to shuffle it back into order. He crossed the Atlantic to the US alone when he was 12 years old, two months after the Titanic sank. He had an office job in World War II which is where he met my grandmother, Maggie, a lifelong world traveler who worked in the Red Cross. I have a picture of her splitting wood with an axe, dated 1936. I would watch her split wood into her 80s.

Previously told she couldn’t have children, Maggie & Er were a bit surprised when my father was born almost nine months to the date following their wedding. Er was 47. Convinced Henry “Hank” Jr. would be a prodigy, they were again surprised when he dropped out of college his first semester and decided to become an auto mechanic. He worked at a dealership until I was two, then drove an 18 wheeler. Er died of cancer when I was seven. Maggie was shattered and cried constantly. Maggie died of cancer when I was 14. Mom told me that dad cried that day but I never saw it. Dad died of cancer when I was 19. I still cry.

My parents were both forced to take music lessons when they were kids and both hated it. So one of their first pacts of courtship included agreeing to never make their kids, should the have them, take music lessons. When I begged them for a guitar at age seven, after having my life changed by the video of “Cult of Personality,” they tried to talk me out of it but eventually caved and bought me a red Series 10, from a pawn shop in Covington, Kentucky.

25 years later my debut record release show in Austin was double booked when the club hired new management. They gave me another date and then refused to pay me when not enough people showed up.

I played another release show in my hometown in Kentucky in a beautiful venue that had been converted from an old church. An hour before showtime, over a foot of snow blanketed the rolling hills. Every other band on the bill cancelled. It took us an hour to get one mile to the venue, during which time I emotionally prepared myself to play to an audience of zero. I walked into a room packed full of old friends who had risked life and limb to support me and it was one of the greatest moments of my life.

I put my album up online and sent links with booking inquiries to thousands of venues around the country. I got a couple responses. It was enough, so I hit the road. I couldn’t afford to take a band, so I went solo and learned a lot about myself and what I was trying to do with music. I had some money set aside from the boat in case I got in a bind. Things went real good.

2015 saw me dumped, evicted, down 50 pounds, diagnosed with cancer, operated on, and back on tour by June. Having cancer and recovering from surgery was great. It was a distraction from the severe depression. I had more help and support than I knew what to do with, at first. Six months later, I was homeless, nearly depleted of the last of my savings from the freighter, and crippled with depression. I didn’t have the energy to book tours. I didn’t have the energy to sing. I wondered if this bout of cancer was just the tip of the iceberg and I was likely to go out like the rest of my family, at an even earlier age. I reflected on my life and came to the interesting conclusion that it felt extremely complete and in hindsight, I’d done some pretty awesome shit. At 34 I felt I’d made peace with mortality. I felt ready to die.

But then I didn’t die. I crash landed in a tiny town in the mountains of Northern Arizona where I had a couple good friends from years back. The whole town seemed to chip in to help me put my life back together. The next year would become my busiest up till then, second only to the year after that – this year.

I’m in the process of getting a new album together and plan to spend all of 2018 on tour. Keep in touch and I hope to see you soon!

https://www.hankerwinmusic.com/

 

Mar
28
Thu
Hank Erwin returns!!!
Mar 28 @ 8:00 pm – 11:00 pm
Hank Erwin

Hank Erwin on the Spirit Room stage – Photo by Jan A. Bruso

 

I left the Merchant Marines in 2014. As I packed my bags, I was overcome with the feeling that I wouldn’t be coming back. My brain screamed and my heart pounded. Once I hit the road, I drove with such a fury that I didn’t even realize a bad snow storm had set in and the roads were getting very slick. I was snapped out of my trance when I began to slide out of control. I regained traction and looked down to see I was going about 100mph. The roads steadily worsened but I refused to stop – I couldn’t get far enough fast enough. My breath was still heavy and I sweat uncontrollably, dripping from my nose onto the tattered remains of my Carhartts. I was making an escape. A desperate escape. 

I’d been trapped on the boat for years. Merchant Marines aren’t sworn into service for a specific amount of time, Merchant Marines are sworn (as I did at the Toledo headquarters in 2004) to obey their superior officers while on-board. The boat grew to dictate everything in my life. I had no control of my schedule whatsoever and I found out the hard way that requesting a date off even a year in advance didn’t ensure anything.

I’d worked my way up from deckhand to wheelsman. My favorite memory of wheeling the ship was late one night when the ice was so thick in Green Bay that it completely stopped our movement. The mate called the captain who appeared from his quarters and ordered me to give her a hard left, hard right, back and forth until a crack appeared in the ice. “Now follow that crack,” he said. The crack widened as the ship entered. It then turned and twisted in varying directions as we gained speed. With increasing heart rate, I maneuvered the ship through this small avenue as it developed in front of me. It was like a video game. The screen was the windows of this old wheelhouse, the picture illuminated by spotlights the size of my torso. One morning I wheeled the ship past Mackinac Island when the fog was so thick I couldn’t see the water from the where I stood at the helm.

I still have dreams about being back on board. Sometimes the ship’s driving through city highways at 60mph, jumping through the air from one ramp to another and fishtailing. One time I was unpacking and arguing with a shipmate as the ship moved down a conveyor belt in some sort of processing plant; I admitted to him that I was nervous. He said everyone was. Sometimes the dreams are just business as usual, except I’m on board and happy to be back. Sometimes I’m running around the deck, barefoot with rolled up jeans, the sunset blazing in the distance, the captain hollering at me to get back inside the forecastle – where it’s safer to travel into eternity.

But I wake up happy to be back on dry land; my guitar lying on the bed next to me, random papers of song lyrics strewn about, my grandma’s old suitcase bearing her maiden name on the floor, an old Fender amp sitting in front of boxes filled with copies of Hank Erwin – Million Miles. These boxes are the reason I left the boat.

My father and grandfather were Henry Erwin Nuelsen Jr. & Sr. Dad went by Hank, grandpa went by Erwin, or Er to those who knew him best. Er was an unusually intelligent man who spoke 12 languages. My grandma once told me that out of sheer stubborn curiosity (a personality trait I inherited), he sat down with a pencil and paper and used algebra to figure out how many times you’d have to shuffle a deck of cards to shuffle it back into order. He crossed the Atlantic to the US alone when he was 12 years old, two months after the Titanic sank. He had an office job in World War II which is where he met my grandmother, Maggie, a lifelong world traveler who worked in the Red Cross. I have a picture of her splitting wood with an axe, dated 1936. I would watch her split wood into her 80s.

Previously told she couldn’t have children, Maggie & Er were a bit surprised when my father was born almost nine months to the date following their wedding. Er was 47. Convinced Henry “Hank” Jr. would be a prodigy, they were again surprised when he dropped out of college his first semester and decided to become an auto mechanic. He worked at a dealership until I was two, then drove an 18 wheeler. Er died of cancer when I was seven. Maggie was shattered and cried constantly. Maggie died of cancer when I was 14. Mom told me that dad cried that day but I never saw it. Dad died of cancer when I was 19. I still cry.

My parents were both forced to take music lessons when they were kids and both hated it. So one of their first pacts of courtship included agreeing to never make their kids, should the have them, take music lessons. When I begged them for a guitar at age seven, after having my life changed by the video of “Cult of Personality,” they tried to talk me out of it but eventually caved and bought me a red Series 10, from a pawn shop in Covington, Kentucky.

25 years later my debut record release show in Austin was double booked when the club hired new management. They gave me another date and then refused to pay me when not enough people showed up.

I played another release show in my hometown in Kentucky in a beautiful venue that had been converted from an old church. An hour before showtime, over a foot of snow blanketed the rolling hills. Every other band on the bill cancelled. It took us an hour to get one mile to the venue, during which time I emotionally prepared myself to play to an audience of zero. I walked into a room packed full of old friends who had risked life and limb to support me and it was one of the greatest moments of my life.

I put my album up online and sent links with booking inquiries to thousands of venues around the country. I got a couple responses. It was enough, so I hit the road. I couldn’t afford to take a band, so I went solo and learned a lot about myself and what I was trying to do with music. I had some money set aside from the boat in case I got in a bind. Things went real good.

2015 saw me dumped, evicted, down 50 pounds, diagnosed with cancer, operated on, and back on tour by June. Having cancer and recovering from surgery was great. It was a distraction from the severe depression. I had more help and support than I knew what to do with, at first. Six months later, I was homeless, nearly depleted of the last of my savings from the freighter, and crippled with depression. I didn’t have the energy to book tours. I didn’t have the energy to sing. I wondered if this bout of cancer was just the tip of the iceberg and I was likely to go out like the rest of my family, at an even earlier age. I reflected on my life and came to the interesting conclusion that it felt extremely complete and in hindsight, I’d done some pretty awesome shit. At 34 I felt I’d made peace with mortality. I felt ready to die.

But then I didn’t die. I crash landed in a tiny town in the mountains of Northern Arizona where I had a couple good friends from years back. The whole town seemed to chip in to help me put my life back together. The next year would become my busiest up till then, second only to the year after that – this year.

I’m in the process of getting a new album together and plan to spend all of 2018 on tour. Keep in touch and I hope to see you soon!

https://www.hankerwinmusic.com/

 

Jun
6
Thu
Alejandro Wood
Jun 6 @ 8:00 pm – 11:00 pm

Alejandro Wood

 

Join us for an evening of musical stylings by the enchanting Alenjandro Wood.  A local singer-song writer with a voice that lends itself to entertainment. Thursday 8-11PM

Jul
18
Thu
Alejandro Wood
Jul 18 @ 8:00 pm – 11:00 pm

Alejandro Wood

 

Join us for an evening of musical stylings by the enchanting Alenjandro Wood.  A local singer-song writer with a voice that lends itself to entertainment. Thursday 8-11PM

Aug
1
Thu
Alejandro Wood
Aug 1 @ 8:00 pm – 11:00 pm

Alejandro Wood

 

Join us for an evening of musical stylings by the enchanting Alenjandro Wood.  A local singer-song writer with a voice that lends itself to entertainment. Thursday 8-11PM

Aug
29
Thu
Jeremiah Sammartano
Aug 29 @ 8:00 pm – 11:00 pm

 

Jeremiah & the red eyes

Jeremiah and the Red Eyes – www.jeremiahandtheredeyes.com 

Jeremiah Sammartano, the Los Angeles based, Emmy nominated Native American singer/songwriter who fronts the bluesy/Americana group, Jeremiah and the Red Eyes, has covered many miles over the past several years – taking the various roads spreading music influenced by the raw blues of Charley Patton, the lyrical and often raucous sounds of The Pogues, the twang of Willie Nelson, and some vintage rock and roll – “Delta Blues and Twangy Grooves” – from Los Angeles outward through the Southwest, Austin, St. Louis, Nashville (where he relocated for a spell in 2008-2009), Chicago – and overseas to the UK.

In the past Jeremiah has shared the stage with Willie Nelson, Southern Culture On The Skids, David Olney, Mike Stinson, SHURMAN and has performed on the radio shows: WDVX Blue Plate Special out of Knoxville, TN., The Live@Lunch show on KRFC out of Fort Collins, CO., and Chris Morris’ Watusi Rodeo show out of Los Angeles.

In Spring 2011 Jeremiah received an Emmy nomination for writing music for the documentary, Prison Through Tomorrow’s Eyes. Three albums have been released – 2004’s Red Eyed And Restless and 2010’s Under Your Spell and in December 2012, a 10 song album called HOME – which was followed, in 2013, by local shows and a Southwest tour with friend Mikaela Dewar, from New Zealand currently living in Nashville, and shows across the Midwest and South. Plans for a Fall/Winter tour is in the works – and also to return to the UK.

Aug
30
Fri
DJ Lounge Lizard presents: LADIES of VINYL
Aug 30 @ 8:00 pm – 11:00 pm

Ladies of Vinyl

 

Join us for an eclecctic evening of music orchestrated by DJ Lounge Lizard & his ladies! The ladies will take turns commanding the room with music of their choice. Come show some love & dance it up!

Sep
5
Thu
Alejandro Wood
Sep 5 @ 8:00 pm – 11:00 pm

Alejandro Wood

 

Join us for an evening of musical stylings by the enchanting Alenjandro Wood.  A local singer-song writer with a voice that lends itself to entertainment. Thursday 8-11PM

Sep
12
Thu
Mythic Valley
Sep 12 @ 8:00 pm – 11:00 pm

 

 

Salt Lake City, Utah’s own Neo-Fok/Indie Rock powerhouse duo, Mythic Valley make a stop in Jerome, AZ for a special night of music at Spirit Room on Thursday, September 12th!
—————————————————————

Hailing from Salt Lake City, Mythic Valley set out to combine the earnest intimacy of folk with the grit of indie music. Their sound is eclectic, yet warm and personal, echoing the timeless storytelling of Americana, with a modern twist. Inspired by contemporary artists as diverse as The Shins, The Good Old War, Band of Horses, and Dawes the band blends in lush melodies with introspective lyrics and beautiful soundscapes, as shown on their recent full length release “A Monument, a Dream.” Find out more about Mythic Valley, and listen to their music:

https://www.mythicvalley.com
https://www.facebook.com/mythicvalleymusic/ https://www.instagram.com/mythicvalley/ https://soundcloud.com/mythicvalley https://open.spotify.com/artist/4yi9vDpKWKV5xUsCtCRchP

Sep
13
Fri
What’s the Big Idea?
Sep 13 @ 8:00 pm – 11:00 pm

what's the big idea trioEnchanting 3 Piece Jazz Band from Phoenix, AZ featuring Josh Kneisel (bass) David Drew (Drums) and Mike Kleinschmidt (Piano). Grab a drink and glide to the dance floor!

https://www.facebook.com/whatsthebigideaaz/

Sep
20
Fri
Stephen Ashbrook Unplugged
Sep 20 @ 8:00 pm – 11:00 pm

Stephen Ashbrook

 

Please join us for a night of music with Stephen Ashbrook! As a precursor to Saturday nights full band event, enjoy Stephen Ashbrook Unplugged Friday Sep 20th 8-11PM. A local favorite! Arrive early we are always packed when Stephen visits!

 

West Coast singer/songwriter Stephen Ashbrook had access to only two records growing up (Simon & Garfunkel’s Bridge Over Troubled Water and Jesus Christ Superstar), both of which were enticing enough to send the California native on a hunt to his local library to expand his musical horizons.

Citing heroes as diverse as John Steinbeck, the Rolling Stones, and Winston Churchill, Ashbrook honed his chops amidst the fertile late-’90s Tempe, Arizona alt-rock scene, where he took home The Phoenix Tribune’s Best Acoustic Performer title in both 1998 and 2000; he even got to play for President William Jefferson Clinton, at the request of the White House.

Known for his rich baritone, smooth falsetto, and penchant for open-road heartland folk-rock in the vein of Tom Petty, the Wallflowers, and Joe Henry, he released an EP, About Last Night, in 1993, followed by a full-length eponymous studio album with his band Satellite in 1995.

His solo debut, the critically acclaimed Navigator, arrived in 1998, with Drive and American B-Sides, the latter of which featured members of the Gin Blossoms, the Pistoleros, and Dead Hot Workshop, arriving in 2001 and 2002, respectively.

Ashbrook relocated to Portland, Oregon after the arrival of the latter, releasing his first live collection, Double Live @ Long Wong’s, in 2004, and White Balloons, his sixth studio album, in 2008.

Sep
27
Fri
Frizzy & Edgy
Sep 27 @ 8:00 pm – 11:00 pm

sally stricker and steve botterweg, better known as frizzy and edgy

 

Friday Night Special! Spirit Room proudly presents Frizzy & Edgy of Jerome, AZ.  Steve Botterweg & Sally Stricker both long-time favorite musicians of the Verde Valley.  Their duo, often a trio with another loco, um, we mean local sitting in and adding to the flavor can be enjoyed at Spirit Room 8-11PM.  Their song selection is stellar, tunes you just don’t often hear performed.  This duo is a Jerome favorite and not to be missed! See you on the dance floor.

Oct
3
Thu
Jeremiah Sammartano
Oct 3 @ 8:00 pm – 11:00 pm

 

Jeremiah & the red eyes

Jeremiah and the Red Eyes – www.jeremiahandtheredeyes.com 

Jeremiah Sammartano, the Los Angeles based, Emmy nominated Native American singer/songwriter who fronts the bluesy/Americana group, Jeremiah and the Red Eyes, has covered many miles over the past several years – taking the various roads spreading music influenced by the raw blues of Charley Patton, the lyrical and often raucous sounds of The Pogues, the twang of Willie Nelson, and some vintage rock and roll – “Delta Blues and Twangy Grooves” – from Los Angeles outward through the Southwest, Austin, St. Louis, Nashville (where he relocated for a spell in 2008-2009), Chicago – and overseas to the UK.

In the past Jeremiah has shared the stage with Willie Nelson, Southern Culture On The Skids, David Olney, Mike Stinson, SHURMAN and has performed on the radio shows: WDVX Blue Plate Special out of Knoxville, TN., The Live@Lunch show on KRFC out of Fort Collins, CO., and Chris Morris’ Watusi Rodeo show out of Los Angeles.

In Spring 2011 Jeremiah received an Emmy nomination for writing music for the documentary, Prison Through Tomorrow’s Eyes. Three albums have been released – 2004’s Red Eyed And Restless and 2010’s Under Your Spell and in December 2012, a 10 song album called HOME – which was followed, in 2013, by local shows and a Southwest tour with friend Mikaela Dewar, from New Zealand currently living in Nashville, and shows across the Midwest and South. Plans for a Fall/Winter tour is in the works – and also to return to the UK.

Oct
18
Fri
DJ Lounge Lizard
Oct 18 @ 8:00 pm – 11:00 pm

Join us for an eclecctic evening of music orchestrated by local DJ Lounge Lizard. Have a drink and get on the dance floor! Playing the best tunes from all the eras.

Oct
24
Thu
Alejandro Wood
Oct 24 @ 8:00 pm – 11:00 pm

Alejandro Wood

 

Join us for an evening of musical stylings by the enchanting Alenjandro Wood.  A local singer-song writer with a voice that lends itself to entertainment. Thursday 8-11PM

Oct
25
Fri
Frizzy & Edgy
Oct 25 @ 8:00 pm – 11:00 pm

sally stricker and steve botterweg, better known as frizzy and edgy

 

Friday Night Special! Spirit Room proudly presents Frizzy & Edgy of Jerome, AZ.  Steve Botterweg & Sally Stricker both long-time favorite musicians of the Verde Valley.  Their duo, often a trio with another loco, um, we mean local sitting in and adding to the flavor can be enjoyed at Spirit Room 8-11PM.  Their song selection is stellar, tunes you just don’t often hear performed.  This duo is a Jerome favorite and not to be missed! See you on the dance floor.