December 4, 2022
Sunday
8:00 p.m.
Broward Center for Performing Arts, Fort Lauderdale, FL
Fort Lauderdale, FL
Keillor & Company with Prudence Johnson and Dan Chouinard bring their show to Fort Lauderdale, FL for a performance of classic love songs, poetry, The News from Lake Wobegon, and a conversation about Why You Should Go On Getting Older
November 6, 2022
Sunday
7:30 p.m.
The Bend Theatre, West Bend, WI
West Bend, WI
Garrison Keillor brings his show to West Bend, WI for a performance of sing-a-longs, poetry, The News from Lake Wobegon, and a conversation about Why You Should Go On Getting Older
October 13, 2022
Thursday
7:30 p.m.
Virginia Theatre, Champaign, IL
Champaign, IL
Keillor & Company with Prudence Johnson and Dan Chouinard. A performance of classic love songs, poetry, The News from Lake Wobegon, and a conversation about Why You Should Go On Getting Older
October 9, 2022
Sunday
7:00 p.m.
Paramount Hudson Valley, Peekskill, NY
Peekskill, NY
Garrison Keillor brings his solo show to Peekskill NY. Be prepared to laugh and sing along as you celebrate all that unite us.
July 30, 2022
Saturday
8:00 p.m.
Door County Auditorium, Fish Creek, WI
Fish Creek, WI
Keillor & Company with Prudence Johnson and Dan Chouinard bring their show to Fish Creek, Wisconsin for a performance of classic love songs, poetry, The News from Lake Wobegon, and a conversation about Why You Should Go On Getting Older
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.