Lake Erie Legacy

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If you are from Northern Ohio you might know Alex Bevan as the guy who wrote and performed  “Skinny Little Boy”, “Grand River Lullaby” and “Have Another Laugh on Cleveland Blues!”….

If you are a boater or frequent visitor to Put-in-Bay you would recognize him as a mainstay at “The Boathouse” on South Bass for over twenty years, a regular performer at watering holes on Kelley’s Island, that fellow who produced most of Pat Dailey’s recordings and the troubadour at any number of yacht clubs along the North Shore armed with a guitar and a ball cap slinging spontaneous blarney…

Wherever you saw him play… you would know Alex Bevan loves Lake Erie and the fishing/boating/sailing/outdoor culture she has spawned and sustained.  

Beginning in 1991 with his critically acclaimed disk “Watersongs”... again with “South Shore Serenade” then finally with “Sweetwater Pete” Alex has explored the stories, melodies and mythic personas that populate “Her Majesties” historical (and fictional) treasure trove of tales.

Thursday evening, May 24th at 8pm, Alex will bring this “LAKE ERIE LEGACY” to Cleveland’s own Music Box Supper Club on the banks of the Cuyahoga River for a musical voyage through time, space, story and song.  …. 

Join a master storyteller in his element… by the water… in a room full of friends… to share a bit of music and magic at sundown and celebrate our “LAKE ERIE LEGACY”










Regarding “ JOE”S BAR”.


Once upon a time, “back in the day”... so to speak... there was a carryout store on the State Park side of South Bass Island called “The Press House”.  The fellow who ran it was Joe Suttman about whom you will hear more about down the road.  I’m pretty sure Mark Twain would have loved this guy, he had a smidgen of Tom Sawyer and a dose of Huck Finn in his DNA and he loved nothing so much as good music and a reasonable joke, prank or drink in any order that you might choose!  Like I said... the fellow who ran it soon discovered that selling ice, fish bait and jiffy pop to the weekend residents of the state park was not nearly as much fun as selling cases of brew to wayward tourists and starting an island rumor or two.   This led to him closing the “Press House Carryout and Convenience Store and Supply Emporium” in favor of opening a small tavern he called “Joe’s Place” thus giving him the opportunity to fortify his genetic disposition for BS and Jeagermeister and make a living sell articles of clothing (the main swag being his trademark tee shirts and hats).  It also gave him a chance to launch a culinary side business serving Sloppy Scotties (you can’t get a Sloppy Joe at Joe’s Place unless it’s near closing time and he is slurring).... and finally..... this new enterprise allowed him to grow rumors of prodigious size the like of which we might not again see on Put in Bay in our life time.

Needless to say, business was good. So good, in fact that Joe needed an “assistant” to help him maintain both his workspace and sanity.  He had several buddies (not the least of which was Jerry Percher - no relation to the fish) who helped him stock bottles on a regular basis but it was not until he teamed up with an island fellow John that the cultural foundation of Joe’s Place was set.  Jamaican John was a skinny lad of excellent character   I am happy to report that to this very day the customs set in place by these two gentle rascals still hold:  At Joe’s Place.... you are permitted to: 1. Show up!   2. Get a drink   3. Have almost too much fun.  4. Tip the bartender.  5. Laugh till your belly hurts.  6.  Get your own sorry butt down the road!   It’s just like heaven without the dying part

 © Alex Bevan 2017