Leon Redbone is an easy, breezy, beautiful cover boy, a jack-of-all-trades musician whose renditions of ragtime and blues are as down-home as apple pie and every bit as sweet. Redbone is one of the few guys in music who can use the word “gizmo” and still sound like an educated gentleman. He’ll be bringing a twangy slice of sentimentality to Central New York during his upcoming performance at Cazenovia College’s Catherine Cummings Theater.

Rock listeners have a high pain threshold. They don’t shock easily. They adhere to angst-ridden lyrics. They show empathy in the presence of the powerchord-driven anthems packaged in tattooed cellophane cases, latching onto one or two bands whose sounds resonate in their chests.

Rock listeners have a high pain threshold. They don’t shock easily. They adhere to angst-ridden lyrics. They show empathy in the presence of the powerchord-driven anthems packaged in tattooed cellophane cases, latching onto one or two bands whose sounds resonate in their chests.

Like a game of chess played at 300 mph, fencing is a sport of strategy. A fencer must have both the dexterity and the cunning to execute a successful hit.