We open the evening with the talented musicians of The Jeff Rogers band playing through early dinner celebrating Americana music as it should be.

This is the music of unvarnished truth. It’s what you listen to when the wind is howling through the screen door and you have nowhere else to be. It’s honest. It’s weathered. Not that shiny, Nashville kind of country music with rhinestones and perfect hair. It’s something deeper. Something gnarled. It’s a bit of the blues picked up in Memphis, a touch of Appalachian bluegrass, and a rhythm that feels like a steam engine crossing the plains.