We could tell you that the Sideshow Tramps sound like what might have happened if The Band had waltzed away from Winterland in ’76, made a brief pit stop in NoLa to kidnap a handful of second-line musicians, then spent a few years hanging out on general store porches deep in the Ozarks before banding up with a bunch of perpetually drunken gypsies on a musical quest for enlightenment. Unfortunately, that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense until you actually hear it, but the Tramps want nothing more than to show you the light.

Tue., Oct. 12, 8 p.m., 2010

This article appears in Oct 7-13, 2010.

Nicholas L. Hall is a husband and father who earns his keep playing a video game that controls the U.S. power grid. He also writes for the Houston Press about food, booze and music, in an attempt to keep...