"...Astin seems to grow in depth every time he sits at his instrument..."
“At the bottom of the uneven cement staircase, patrons squeezed through two shoddy wooden double-doors. Ten bucks got them past the bar and down the bench-lined corridor, lit mostly by gaudy gold-painted walls. ”
“Dirty Boogaloo? Sounds like a Cajun cousin of jambalaya. But you won't find boogaloo in the kitchen. Tomorrow night you can get a taste of this Brooklyn-based band outdoors on the Chapin Rainbow Stage at Huntington's free Summer Arts Festival.”