DAN TEDESCO with EMMA BUTTERWORTH

21 South Broadway,Aurora IL 60505

08 April, 2022

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Dan Tedesco with Emma Butterworth at The Venue! The Venue is pleased to present Dan Tedesco with Emma Butterworth on Friday, April 8 at 8pm. Doors open 7pm. Advance Admission - Premium Seating - $15 Advance General Admission - $12. +$5 door INDOOR SHOWS: VACCINATION REQUIRED FOR ENTRY | MASKS OPTIONAL All patrons MUST be fully vaccinated with an FDA emergency use-authorized vaccine in order to attend a show at The Venue. Proof of vaccination must be shown at the Box Office entrance, along with a photo I.D. to enter the event space. ABOUT THE ARTIST Dan Tedesco My story is…..that I have no story, per se. I come from a solid family. It’s a point of pride. I grew up in the far west suburbs of Chicago. My folks weren’t rich, but there wasn’t much that I was left wanting. I’ve never been arrested. Always got good grades. I never developed any major drug addictions (at least, not yet). The only serious addiction in my life, if you’d like to call it that, has been with music. Let me bring you up to speed. Piano at age 5. Violin at age 9. Guitar at age 11 after hearing Eddie Van Halen. And that, as they say, is all she wrote. I’ve been madly in love with it ever since. Growing up my ears were fortunate enough to be treated to a fairly eclectic musical mix: The Beatles, Dylan, Paul Simon, James Taylor, The Band, The Beach Boys, Pink Floyd, CCR, Bob Seger, Bruce Springsteen, Tom Petty. Even a healthy dose of Mozart, Beethoven and Wagner. A friend in my neighborhood used to make cassette mixes for me: The Who, They Might Be Giants, The Police, The Clash. I missed the grunge period, and it wouldn’t be until nearly a decade later that I’d discover the power of Nirvana, Pearl Jam and Soundgarden. Once I found the guitar, things focused in a touch. It wasn’t unusual for me to fall asleep at night to the sounds of guitar wizards like Joe Satriani and Eric Johnson. And the random Van Halen record was never far away. Then there was the jazz period. Wes Montgomery. Joe Pass. George Benson. Charlie Christian. John Coltrane. Elvin Jones. McCoy Tyner. The things I learned from those guys. Man. It’s everything really. The spirit of jazz. The freedom of it. That’s been it’s great influence on me. But I was always a rock ’n roll kid. Pete Townsend more than Pat Metheny. And, ultimately, I craved power chords over the complex harmonies of jazz. High school was a weird time. I straddled the jock world, playing baseball, and the music world, as a member of the high school jazz band. Most mornings, after being dropped off by the bus, everyone would hang out in the lunchroom before first period. Not me. I’d head straight to a room adjacent to the school’s band rehearsal hall, writing music on the computer. Like I said, it was an addiction. Outside of school, I jammed in a duo with one of my best friend’s, who happened to be a fantastic drummer. We wrote all kinds of stuff. Lots of instrumental music (queue the Satriani). Recorded various demos. But neither of us sang. That made it hard to play out. And most of the other kids were interested in the classics: Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, The Stones. They weren’t interested in what we had going on. So, like many of my heroes, I was a bit of a social outcast. That, if anything, was and has always been my struggle. Everyone has at least one. And I found my comfort, security and confidence in the world out on the fringe, populated by the misfits. The world of rock ’n roll. Let Me Play My Old Guitar, and sing for you my song Let Me Play My Old Guitar, and sing for you my song Emma Butterworth Emma Butterworth grew up in the lap of rock and roll. At home, three generations of Butterworth living rooms have overflowed with music—from singing, to strumming, to turntables spinning out albums from Tom Petty, Bonnie Raitt, Fleetwood Mac, and John Denver. On the road, Butterworth has spent her nineteen years dancing and singing along from the front row with her dad’s long-time, hard-touring band. “Music has been a big part of my life forever, and professionally for the past year,” she says. Her family roots provided Butterworth’s liftoff into a natural progression of folk sounds. Tucking away in her bedroom on a floor usually tatted with lyrics, she dove deep into the stylings of Brandi Carlisle, the Lumineers, Lord Huron, Gregory Alan Isakov, First Aid Kit, and Head and the Heart. While Dad knocked out road miles in bars and festivals around the country, Emma often in tow, the young singer-songwriter developed a powerful voice and a seeking spirit, making sense of a bittersweet world with a notebook and her songwriting. “Being a musician is being a different kind of storyteller. I personally don’t like being the center of attention, but I’ve grown up with these stories and songs I want to share.” Listeners will find those scraps of girlhood longing—plus the wry wisdom of a new generation—on Butterworth’s intricate debut album, “Wild Life,” co-produced and recorded by she and her father in a storeroom in the back of the family basement. Here, Butterworth weaves her own way, one breathy alto lyric at a time. Her pared-back power vocals dominate Enough & Loved and Work in Progress (penned, incredibly, when she was in middle school). They’re stripped and simple, stitched into melancholy strings and lush piano chords. Dad’s influence and pop sensibilities surface in Take a Little Weight, about temporarily buckling under expectations, both spoken and unspoken. The album vibrates with energy on the verge of, well, everything. It hits close to home whether it’s how you felt last year, or a lifetime ago. In her own words: Word after word Verse after verse When worse comes to worst I’m a work in progress