It’s the day after Thanksgiving. You find yourself with a bellyful of leftovers and a house full of visiting family members. You’re wondering how to entertain them (and yourself) without falling into a tourist trap or harshing your tryptophan mellow. Load up the fam and take them to the Silverton hotel-casino to enjoy the soothing guitar chords of singer/songwriter Jeff Brinkman. Think of him as a rootsy mix between Jack Johnson, Dave Matthews, Jim Croce and Ben Harper. The unassuming singer with a strong, slightly sandpapery voice looks like somebody from a more innocent city. Indeed, he left Iowa to “make it” in the bright lights of Boulder, Colo. It seems to be working; he even has a debut album out, To the Bones. Commence the family bonding.
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