May 26, 2024
Sunday
7:00 p.m.
Akron Civic Theater, Akron, OH
Akron, OH
A Prairie Home Companion’s 50th Anniversary Tour comes to Akron, OH with Heather Masse, Christine DiGiallonardo, Rich Dworsky, Sue Scott, Fred Newman and Tim Russell.
February 23, 2024
Friday
8:00 p.m.
The Grand 1894 Opera House, Galveston, TX
Galveston, TX
A Prairie Home Companion’s 50th Anniversary Tour comes to the Grand 1894 Opera House in Galveston, TX with our favorite regulars, Rich Dworsky, Sue Scott, Tim Russell and Fred Newman. Additional guests to be announced.
January 13, 2024
Saturday
7:30 p.m.
McCain Auditorium, Manhattan, KS
Manhattan, KS
A Prairie Home Companion’s 50th Anniversary Tour comes to the McCain Auditorium in Manhattan, Kansas with our favorite regulars, Rich Dworsky, Sue Scott, Tim Russell and Fred Newman. Additional guests to be announced.
January 11, 2024
Thursday
7:30 p.m.
Ryman Auditorium, Nashville, TN
Nashville, TN
A Prairie Home Companion’s 50th Anniversary Tour comes to Nashville with Heather Masse, Christine DiGiallonardo, Rich Dworsky, Sam Bush, Stuart Duncan, Sue Scott, Fred Newman and Tim Russell.
The bleachers are deserted, the lights have all gone dark
The field is empty, no names on the scorecard.
Nobody yelling “hot dogs” tonight at the ballpark.
I sit out in the backyard with my Twins cap on my head,
Relaxing in my lawn chair but the radio is dead—
Nothing there but music, I guess I’ll go to bed.
I wake up in the morning, feeling low and mean—
Nothing in the paper, no box score to be seen.
My corn flakes taste like cardboard, my coffee’s kerosene.
Am I living in America, is this the month of June—
No baseball games, I feel like I am living on the moon
Nighttime doesn’t follow daytime, and there is no afternoon.
If the paper’s not delivered, I wouldn’t bat an eye—
The radio is busted, I wouldn’t wonder why—
But I can’t go to the ballgame, I just sit alone and cry.
My darling brings me hot dogs, my darling brings me beer,
She says, “Let’s play Monopoly.” I say, “Let’s not, my dear.
It’ll make me think of baseball and the way it disappeared.”
Somewhere there is laughter, and the little songbirds call.
Somewhere hearts are happy, somewhere people have a ball,
But there is no joy in Mudville, no, there is no joy at all.