Amy Rigby<\/a>\u2019s latest album, last year\u2019s Hang In There <\/em>(Tapete), includes \u201cI\u2019m Too Old to Be So Crazy,\u201d a song about gearing up for another go-round where she recounts the reasons a musician in her mid-60s shouldn\u2019t tour again. She sings from plenty of experience: Rigby has been in bands since the 1970s, when she played country music in New York City punk clubs with the Last Roundup. Since then, she\u2019s been a member of girl group the Shams, a celebrated solo performer, and a close collaborator with fellow singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist Wreckless Eric<\/a> (who\u2019s also her spouse). She knows the travails of subsistence-level music-making firsthand.\u00a0But as Rigby reveals over and over again in her two memoirs, Girl to City<\/em><\/a> <\/em>and Girl to Country <\/em>(published in 2019 and 2025, respectively), she\u2019s never let caution get in the way of doing what she loves. That love manifests in multiple ways on Hang In There<\/em>. On \u201cO Anjali,\u201d a catch-up call with a friend turns into a moment of shared heaviness; \u201cBangs\u201d shares the joy of the discovery that a new hairdo can still change your life; and on \u201cDylan in Dubuque,\u201d a nerdy nugget of trivia about one of Bob Dylan\u2019s weirder concerts becomes Rigby\u2019s lodestar for staying serene no matter what life throws at her. On record, Wreckless Eric\u2019s history-steeped production can hook you as securely as Rigby\u2019s lyrics. But when she plays solo, as she will at this show, she proves that all you need are sturdy songs and a true voice. Since the release of her first book, Rigby\u2019s performances have been split between music and brief readings that are long on context and poignancy.<\/p>\n![\"YouTube](\"https:\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/D9iTxYcrB5A\/hqdefault.jpg\")
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