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New York Times | April 6, 2012
by Phillip Lutz
SET well back from the highway, a nondescript two-lane stretch in exurban Pawling, the Towne Crier has a modest, multihued exterior gussied up with faux-Southwestern frills. Inside, though, the club’s pedigree is readily apparent. On a Saturday night last month, a coterie of fans sang and swayed to the finely wrought tunes of the troubadour Steve Forbert. After the set Mr. Forbert found solitude, as he had dozens of times before, in a dressing room plastered with posters of the famous acts that had played the club — including one of the British rocker Ian Hunter, who had dropped in earlier for a plate of shrimp tostadas and some camaraderie. Read article »